The Lost Girl

It wasn’t for a lack of effort on my part. I caressed the sadness inside her heart I knew of the bleeding from the very start Influencing my actions and every remark I saw a girl, I’d seen before I felt the pain, as it aroused my sore I was that girl, in a lost world Long ago, when I washed ashore How could I begin to explain My weathered shell had more than changed Sadness, over time, had me rearranged I didn’t resemble this girl. Myself, I claimed I shook this overwhelming feeling Of being her light, and with knowledge, healing It occurred to me, that she must be willing To believe the story that I was spilling But how would she know, if she couldn’t see How could she accept it, coming from me Outward appearance forms a strong belief It lays the foundation for what you perceive Completely embarrassed, I humbly sighed I could see the confusion as soon as I tried Because the girl I knew, has long since died All that remains is on the inside And I fear, that despite my efforts She still walked away Devastatingly unaware of her beauty