The Hardness of Her Soul

The hardness of her soul,
So they would never step,
And break the fragile parts inside,
Safe and well kept.

Guarded as she is,
She’ll always be alone.
Never letting them inside,
The skills she’ll always hone.

Maybe it’s for protection,
But still we question why?
Really it’s just selfish,
So she’ll never have to try.

Oh but she’s intelligent,
If you only hear her speak.
But her words are all well calculated,
So weaknesses won’t leak.

And her strength is such a virtue,
But sometimes weakness carries grace.
But she’ll be damned if you ever see it,
All those memories erased.

And so the story goes,
This tough girl on the run.
Satisfied with nothing,
Yet always searching for the one.

Oh and that poor soul,
If he’s ever marked with her word.
He’ll spend his whole life fighting,
The hardness of which we’ve heard.

Yes sometimes it’s useful,
In this setting, or that place.
But these limitations keep her thrilled,
If only for the chase.

What would it really look like?
If she simply tried to live?
Alive in all those moments,
Her selfishness to give?

And those little moments,
They’ve existed,
But only for a breath.
Someone is always catching them,
Those humans,
Till the death.

Maybe one day she’ll meet him,
If she is able to let go,
Of everything she’s striving for,
For what, she’ll never know.

For we only have this moment,
These words always ringing through our ears.
But this moment is consumed with all these voices.
This harshness, all these fears.

So she’ll spend her whole life trying,
To forget all that she has learned.
Those times where she gave,
Those times where she got burned.

Maybe one day she’ll wake,
Only breath on her mind.
She will inhale, she will exhale,
Her previous self, left behind.

And on that day he will find her,
But as the story goes, it’s too late.
She spent her whole life fighting,
She meddled,
Such is fate.