i met a girl

I met this girl who holds anxiety in her hands, who bites her nails to forget about it because she thinks nobody understands. She thinks nobody notices her but i noticed the room is colder when she's not there, she thinks nobody would miss her but i know of at least one person who would definitely care.

 

I met this girl who is more loved than she knows, who thinks everybody leaves but the thought of her never goes. I met this girl who holds a silent plea in her eyes, for someone to see her despite an emotionally numb disguise.

 

The way people see her doesn't hold the grace for her past, so she wants to be sunshine to escape the shadow that she cast. So when I met this girl, she didn't expect that to change, what do you do when you meet a girl who consider being herself strange.

 

When nobody gave her patience, when nobody thought she was worth the time. what else can you do expect to try to hug her with a rhyme. somewhere in poetic prose, in a mind nobody ever knows. A beautiful girl experience such ugly lows.

 

There's a prayer in my head that goes: you deserve to be loved, i believe that to be true because people search for entire lifetimes for the inspiration but i found it in just one day of being in the presence of you

 

So how would you believe that with your heart i safely wanna keep, and in your presence, i find solace so deep.