She sits there in her dark thoughts,
Her demons, she had fought.
Whatever brought her to become like this,
Was from the lips that she had missed.
Never mind what she can do,
Just tell the truth,
She may hurt, but at least she won't have much to lose.
Her ego is slightly, bruised.
If you hit her with the right words,
She will fight the hurt,
She maybe weakened from all what you had said.
But at least now we won't find her dead.
She will believe that she is worthy of anothers love.
Which is what we want to see,
And what we want her to believe, because loving her is a lot.
And it's something worthy of a shot.
©terrylin53
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