Her heart is scarred with tears
Pockmarked upon itself
She tries to hide this from the world
    With a book of paper as her shield    

She wields her sword of ink
Trying to be a warrior of light
She attempts words of love
While taking in ragged breaths
This though she cannot do
       So words of love turn to death      

True loves kiss for her is just a dream
One that only plays out in fantasy
She feels to broken, scarred and lost
To again have a love so true
She knows what is true loves cost
She does not know if she is ready to again pay that due