Lost Lovers

Her eyes so gentle but her soul so rough.

Beat up like a used soccer ball.

Toss, toss, kicked around

left deep, deep in the ground.

She searches for her lost lovers, 

begging for the same feeling.

Her face cries innocence,

but she's building up a rap.

Her hands are soft and fragile,

but their touch so vile.

Leaving all her women restless,

longing for her to come back.

Her distance, like a, rose thorn.

It hurts, but in return, you find beautiful petals.

Growing, like she'll grow on you.

Her harsh soul and her broken heart.

k.y