The Porcelain Girl
"Watch from a distance
As the girl he loves caved
Picks up her head
As she tried to be brave
Tears cried alone
He knew he could save
Her eyes held an anguish
Was it too late?
She told no one her secrets
To which she was slave
Lord! she cried out
Must I take them to the grave?
Finally he answered
In one single wave
Tell me everything my dear child so brave."
This poem is about:
Me