I never asked her to love me,
Maybe she never will and it’s fine, trust me.
What’s not fine
is that she doesn’t let me love her!
I know she has been scarred before
And though those scars do not bleed anymore,
They keep telling her an old story.
She’s scarred, and scared to hear it once more.
She is scared of the dark.
She no more walks
in the meadow at night.
And she doesn’t gaze at the stars anymore.
But someday, she’ll have to.
She’ll have to learn that
Stars shine, even in the darkest sky
So will I. (At least try, maybe)
She’ll have to learn
that some love stories,
Maybe just a few
do come true.