M.'s life is a roadmap of pain.
Tortured and restless, ever so strained.
Though always beautiful and never bleak
M. feels her looks are flimsy and ever so weak.
Put through hell by a demon in disguise.
Tears dampened M.'s once lively eyes.
M.'s smile was warped, twisted, and bent
Turned into a frown, as permanent as cement.
With evil in M.'s past, life remains hard.
Matching crimson lines run parallel down M.'s arm.
M.'s fragile mind only has one way to cope.
Yet M.'s powerful spirit is never broke.
But I love M. so much.
And I know I can be M.'s crutch.
I can help M. stop the pain.
As the blood slowly starts to wane.
However M. needs a friend, not a lover.
So as for right now, my feelings are undercover.
I will heal the scars, and wipe every tear.
And if M. ever needs help, I will always be near.
Hopefully M. realizes I'm more than a friend.
And that my love truly has no end.
One day, M. will be forever mine.
And I'm willing to wait until the end of time.
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