Before She Could Live ~ Amanda
Bitter yet so sweet
How could you fall for a woman like me?
Broken, is that how you like them?
You know nothing of my scars
I could show you, but you would have to unravel my skin
Would it be easier to tell?
I suppose, if I did not fear the words
I should trust you. You say
She did once the little girl
When all she knew were the simple joys
The days on the playground….
Sleepovers with her friends….
She trusted you or the ones that look like you
Right before they stole her innocence
Matured her body long before its time
Forced itself into her fragile frame
She thought of death even before she could live
The shame the guilt trapped in her soul
A childhood like no other, she had
One she prayed to forget.
You don’t want a woman like me
I would always say
Then I remember her
Not knowing her will to fight
I would mourn each night
For life had sentenced her to death
But oh, how I praise her
Her strength greater than I could imagine
Wishing I could tell her she survived
That she’s a woman now
Far more beautiful than she would imagine
Would she believe me?
Or maybe she could believe you
If you are still willing to have me.