I watched her there out in the cold, where she sat because she was told.
Longing I can't help but crave her presents, to bad I'm a worthless peasant.
Overly intoxicated by her voice so pure and clear, losing her is my worst fear.
Velvet, a color compliments her eyes, unlike the bruises on her arms and thighs
Elegant are her features, even after been beaten up by those horrid creatures.
Delicate is the way I would describe her hair, smooth, creamy and fair.
Hazy vision. My thoughts merely a blur more or less are blank.
Emerged out of darkness it was her pride he drank.
Ravishing, truly a work of art, not just on the outside but in her heart.
Beautiful without a doubt, because she is both beautiful inside and out.
Useless for words when I saw her pass by, feeling numb as my nerves shot high.
Terrible I am to think, but I wished the jerk was dead when he gave you that wink.
I've seen her walk through though snow and hail, her fingers blue and her face pale.
Loneliness had overcome her until someone swooped her off her feet.
Overshadowed by his charm, I was afraid he would do her harm.
Strangers people of the unknown, his love for her had no existence to be shown.
Torturous it became to watch her at his side, but my face will change or it will hide.
Heavy is her-heart, filled with dread, unlike her stomach empty and un feed.
Empowering a lie, disembodying the weak. To him she was both blind and meek.
Rose checks soon to be bright red, after slapped across the face and head.
Never will they touch her again, or it will be them who feel pain.
Obedient was her mind, as he was killing her she was still kind.
Worrisome I became, each day when he bullied her they did it for fame.
Seeking for help that was not there, I did nothing but cowardly stare.
Help she screams, and yet silence has always been one of her favorite themes.
Empathy I showed but never gave, for helping her would only lead to my grave.
Stupid that I am, to love a girl I can not help, as I watch her beaten to a pulp.
God is nowhere to be found in her heart, for she believes he tore her world apart.
Obsessed with perfection as she looks at her reflection, she tears her hair.
Never will the world be fair, betrayed and alone for her love was not her own.
Everyday her love went door to door so this time she jumped as she screamed
"No more."
