What’s inside her veins?
Perhaps the scars there explain
to any passers by
don’t get too close because
as easily as i’m here
i can be gone again

How does she stand?
How, with such small feet,
can she balance her forgiveness
of every man who’s tripped her
Thrown her words against her

What’s under her skin?
How does she keep the sorrow in
Maybe she has extra space
to cushion every fall she takes
or to have something to give
after she has given everything

What’s inside a girl?
Should i even try to know
will it kill me if i felt
that it can be revealed
without breaking the seal
she fits around her waist like a belt

What’s inside her mind?
i think there’s some sort of device
that keeps her from making the
same mistake twice
but it’s broken

What’s inside a girl
Not sure i’ll ever know
Whatever she gives freely i will take
when all things combine
i will learn, bide my time
and when she says leave i will go