It’s rare to find love in a place like this,
Devoid of true feeling, a heart lay near.
Tattered & scarred it is not hard to miss,
Under the wounds though hid a creature; fear.
“Will someone ever find love within me?”
“Am I a lost cause? Not worthy enough?”
Is it possible that no one can see,
Or have the nerve to even call my bluff?
I crave what is scarce in this hopeless place,
Someone that I alone can call my own,
One who will make this dead heart pound and race.
I know though my passion will stay unknown.
So here within this empty void I stay,
Praying that Charming will take me away.