Her heart aching for adventure,
Her kindness is forever,
Her anger still to show,
Shes at her last tether.
Her heart aching for adventure,
The type you get in dreams,
She cares about everyone,
But she is not as everyone seems.
She seems mean and cold hearted,
She seems so sad,
I know her better side,
Aside that is her own.
Her heart is full of loss,
She didn't mean to hurt him,
She thought it was for the best,
Her eyes became so dim.
Her problems are her own,
Ones she needs to understand,
I'll always be there for her,
To lend a helping hand.
Your hurt and wounded,
Your soul is sore,
You feel empty and exposed,
As she closes the door.
Your heart is aching for her,
Your love replaced for hate,
Your heart purged from your soul,
You feel like live bait.
