Recieving expressions sent into the void
Poetry of a girl in quiet pain and distress
Though I be concerned rather than annoyed
Confessions of misery aren't always an S.O.S.
Reading hidden sighns of what lies beneath
Her forced smiles shown false in her weary eyes
Watching out for a dagger out of sheath
Her bleeding wounds covered with desperate lies
Compelled to protect, as is my fashion
I long to help her, dry her tearful face
Though motivated by by my compassion
I know i'm not to act, It's not my place
So I'll watch her with concern from afar
Ready, should she ever show me her scars