She is delicate,
Way to fragile to touch.
Her heart is broken,
Yet it can't be mended enough,
She's too perfect for this world,
But, she gets hurt to much.
Why must someone so perfect.
Always get hurt so much?
The hands she has.
She wishes could be caressed a lot.
That smile on her face
Hides a whole lot of pain.
Today she smiles,
Though it may hurt a lot.
She wishes she had love.
But, she is fragile,
That it might hurt a lot.
Her beauty makes her delicate,
Way to fragile to touch.
She's a person,
Who doesn't need to be hurt,
A whole lot.
~M.S
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