Paper Cut Eyes

To Her

To Her

Looking at her is like reading a story,

each mark on her body has its own chain of events.

Although the book is still being written,

I fear I could never survive it having an end.

She's something to me,

between a fierce warrior and a tired girl.

She never asks for help,

but still she can't survive alone in the world.

I'd really like to help her.

Make her smile

and dry off all the tears.

Banish all her sorrow,

and vanquish all her fears.

But how do I help her,

and make these things dissapear?

What can I do

apart from just being here?

I truly hope she finds her way,

and maybe even lets me stay.

I will be whatever she needs,

for as long as she needs it.