For 'her'

Bleeding words of crimson,

Forged from a pen with red ink,

How can a heart feel so much sorrow,

And still brave the dark tomorrow?

Don't you say another word,

My heart bleeds with you,

The more I read; the more I feel worthless,

How can I love a girl I barely even knew?

With my arms wrapped around her,

Standing before the tall flames,

She let me in her world; If only for a little while,

This is the poem you will never read,

Pity maybe the last thing you need;

I'll stay strong and hold my ground,

If only you would let me in.

-shamau-