• Poor, Poor girl who cries to see if she is still alive,
    Who may not feel what others feel and often asks why?
    Who gives so much just to receive the love she needs at home,
    Who thinks so hard she looses sight of what is really wrong.
    Poor, poor, girl who wears all black to give herself and edge,
    Who cannot escape the truth in thoughts that dance between her legs?
    She is the jewel so forgotten in the royal tombs we raid,
    That she herself forgets she exists and soon begins to fade.
    Poor, Poor girl who doesn’t know what love is or how it feels,
    Who searches for the slightest touch that hints it maybe real?
    Who couldn’t pray in times of need because it felt so fake?
    Who found her faith in the darkest place and gave into her fate.
    Poor, poor girl that latches on to people she doesn’t need,
    And feels she misses out on things if she can’t hear or see.
    But this poor girl I love and that truly does scare me,
    For loving her, from what I’ve seen, shouldn’t be this easy.
    - R.I.P Toby-