She has no time,
And she doesn't seem to care.
Her outlook is gloomy,
And her love is very reserved.
She gives hugs away like candy,
And her hands are always cold.
I noticed one day,
When her eyes were sort of blank,
That she held no book,
That she hadn't for a while.
I asked her about it,
And she said she had no
Motivation.
She had no passion.
Her future was bleak,
If she even had one at all,
And all I could do,
Was hold her very
Cold
Hand.
I worried about her wellbeing,
Because she had always seemed so distant,
And I wanted her to live.
But now I know,
That you can't force what does not want.
You cannot do,
What cannot be done.
She was a very lonely girl,
And I hold her in my heart,
But she was way too distant.
Now she is gone,
And I have tear stained clothes.
My hands are wet,
Because I rub my eyes on them.
I cannot let her go,
Even if she has already left me.
I knew it the first-time I saw
Her reading,
And I know it now.
