there she was
pure as ice
i didn't know at first
as she came to serve
by my side

To be loved is to be stripped down to your core. Until the truth is exposed and you're an open book.
And then be accepted.
Not for the persona you created, or the fake meaningless words you use to impress, not the clothes you wear, the way you part your hair, or anything of the sort.
But to be accepted in your pure state of self truth.
That is love.

the pure hallowed souls
of tribes children behind us
we stand resolute

What is wrong with me?

What makes you leave?

Why am I getting rejected every time.

All these times I opened my heart for the purest kind of love.

And then, off they go.

Is it really me or are they offended by my potential….

I tell her.
That no one is going to listen to her problems.
That her words are just going to fall onto deaf ears.
That it's better just to bottle up her feelings.
That she is better off imploding in one herself,
than to detonate in a world that isn't ready for her.
That she was never meant to be in this world.

That no one will listen.
That no one will listen.
That no one will listen.

And she's only wasting her time climbing up a never-ending mountain.
It's the only thing keeping her going,
keeping her from leaving.

Her sadness dares to become a monster
whispering lies into her ear but she shushes it quiet
Because this is her battle. And no one can hear the breaking of her heart anyway.

Praying that someone's out there,
Praying that someone cares,
Praying that someone can take the pain away.

She holds out her heart one last time,
hoping I was believing some stupid delusions

But she just disappears into nothingness

Her heart was too pure for this world.

She is a pure soul, she is an angel,
She likes to talk with people, but doesn't,
And recites stories like she is a fable.
She likes to walk in the woods, but doesn't.

She is a baby, an innocent one,
She trusted them and got betrayal,
She is a cure for all but none,
She likes to believe in others, but doesn't.

One fine day she cried all night,
She likes to smile all day, but doesn't,
And tries to do good things all time,
She likes to help others, but doesn't.

Her emotions flow like water does,
She likes to care for others, but doesn't,
The stories of her life and love,
She likes to share with others, but doesn't.

Darkness will dwindle, slowly but surely,
The sun will shine on her one day.
She is strong, she knows that well
She will rise above all one day.