I look at her eyes
I can tell she still cries.
I see the sleeves
And it gets me peeved,
That a person can hurt someone
To the point that a cut means to feel.
I ask her to show me the scars
But she shy's away
Making me hope day after day
That she doesn't do it again.
The fear it now holds me
I don't want her to go.
Shes my:
Bestfriend
My heart
My love
My new start
If she were to leave I feel I'd go dark.
I fear the cold for it brings back the past
The time i don't like and try to surpass
But for her I bare it
to make sure she isn't unloved
I wish she would trust me
Me of all people,
And show whats under the sleeves.
I know what she does i know who she was,
But still I see them and wonder what I was.
