I know a girl.

She cries in her sleep every night, remembering the pain of her yesterdays.
She leaves a note every morning, reminding herself to keep the madness away.

I know a girl.
She had an amazing love wrapped around her fingers.
She wasn’t ready for the day when love can no more linger.

I know a girl.
She’s amazing. She doesn’t know she is.
She’s brilliant. She doesn’t know she is.

I know a girl. I know her.