Her Wait In The Fog. There once was a girl, Who had a demented love. Who had lost herself with no map. She wandered, Alone. Waiting for him. Little did she know, He wasn't coming. He never cared, The way she did. But, Someone else arrived instead. Someone who had always been there. But the fog had blinded her. She never saw him there, As he waited. Finally, A light shone through. A hand pulled her from her hole. Someone kept her from drowning, In her own feelings. The girl soon felt herself falling, Into yet another hole. But this hole was different. He jumped in after her. And gave her love, A love she didn't deserve. The girls emotions, Had once been beaten, Bruised. Scared and slices by her own hand. Much like her wrist, Much like her thighs. But he came, And applied a bandaid. And have her things she needed. To heal. To feel. Her heart, That once caused her great pain, Gave her great gain. She felt safe, In his embrace. His clutch, Made her blush. Her wait in the fog, The fog that almost consumed her very being, Started to seem worth it. As someone who showed her care, Love, Infatuation, Adoration, Arrived. He grabbed her by her hand, And lead her to be free, From her past. Her past was broken, But with the right medicine, The pain went away.
