She thought you stole a piece of her
The part that made her whole
Forever broken, damaged and torn
A lost little girl searched for her soul
As time grew on she tried to add pieces
But she could never find a perfect fit
Til one day she stopped looking and took a step back
Viewing the past she could finally see it
The space wasn’t empty, your memory was there
So she sat with her pain and gave it heed
Slowly she began filling the space
with memories, hurt, and healing grace
No longer reaching for fallen stars
She mended her own wounds using stories as scars
Accepting the pain as a part of her soul
She realized then she was always whole