By a photo, I saw her and for
years I was intrigued by her eyes, beauty, her smile
Pondering if there was a chance,
that she could ever be mine
By a photo I wondered what her
life would be like
Was her past so bad, is she living
right
Would I ever have a chance, is she
worth the fight
By a photo, that wall that she hid
behind, would she ever find
A peaceful refuge, that moment in
time
That breath of fresh air
A time she could just be her, and
no one would care
By a photo, being that mirror no
one understood
I could not fathom what happened to
her, no one really could
To be touched in way that God
never allowed
Yet she hides behind selfies, trying
to fool the crowd
By a photo, alone she sits
Remaining that chic, that no one
really gets
Showing herself to world
Just wanting to understand her own
life, and why someone
Would take something so precious
from her as a little girl
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