With a girl in my grasp, her heart entitled to me. Her face shines with beauty, her soul hurt but pure. Her love swapped with mine.She trust me, as do I. But I asked her. For a Picture. She implied she didn't care. She said she loves me, made me feel Alive. But truthfully I was dead inside. This girl, I love with all my heart. Sent me a Picture. Because I asked. She says it's fine, she says she trust me. Which is good. But I wanted to be different. I wanted her for her. Not for her body. I feel almost dead now. I feel pathetic for drooping that low. I wanted to help her. I didn't want the Picture But I asked for it anyways.