About A Girl.

She's sitting so close to me.

I can almost feel the warmth

from her skin.

Oh, how badly I want to touch her.

To grab her hand,

and steal her away from this world.

She doesn't deserve

to go through all of this pain.

I've seen her scars,

and I know she's seen mine.

There's a butterfly on her wrist.

She's giving me subtle hints.

I steal a glimpse,

and our eyes lock.

My heart is racing.

Can she hear it?

Thoughts soar through my mind.

If only she knew,

she would be mine.