In a world where words of love spoken
Belongs to others, not just a token,
She hides behind laughs and fake smiles No one knows of the hidden trials.
She tires of pretend masks,
She cries out for someone to ask
"What do you need? "
Can she be freed?
Some have come and asked,
Yet they turn away, disgust masked. Again, alone, she wonders when
Her heart will win.
That one who asks and listens
To those tears that make her eyes glisten, That one who will strip her of her masks, And unlock her heart, and asks ...
"What do you need?"
She can be freed!
CWylde ⓒ 08/03/14