Bowing down to her brokenness she surrenders her last tear ..
Giving into her last fear
Her greatest failure to be
All that she felt she was or could be...
No Prince Charming on a white horse coming to break her out just break her in...
I'm my arms I hold a precious bag of broken pieces.
And I let her sway in her misery
I let those tears run down as endless hurting.
What could I do to make things better?
It took a moment like this to see how much barely I knew her.
