Lips like scarlet Hair like spun gold Eyes that flash silver A heart that is never cold
She tries so hard to hide it For, if only they knew She would be butchered alive For the pain she feels for you.
She feels so deeply It cannot be undone She tries so hard to become dead inside But truly, she has a heart unlike any other one.
She feels the movement of the earth, She understands the spin of the skies She hurts for those in mourning, She despises those who make her feel.
She loves too deeply, too quickly, too hard She becomes like the mountain, But is not as strong The tears she weeps As she cries herself asleep Are evidence enough of that.
She works harder than any man She tries so very hard She attempts to keep it all to herself But these thoughts spill, nonetheless, Upon the written page. The hurt, the ache, It keeps her awake, for in this world There is nothing under the sun that is worse Than to feel empathy for those who make you hurt.