The girl in the crowd hides and looks away
As you watch her there with her broken stare,
Her eyes as cold as ice, as dark as night.
Maybe it is the brown, chilling glare-
That makes me stop and my heart ache for her,
Or maybe it is the pale skin she wears.
She is a ghost, a Phantom in physique.
Behind her cold demeanor is a wall.
If stones were thrown it would surely fall.
Her skin held valleys of pain and despair,
Her heart shattered and beyond repair,
At night she cries out in desperation,
At dawn she wishes she was never there.
Why is her heart so unattainable?
Someone took it and ripped it to pieces.
