A Girl

I watched a girl grow up and die
I watched as she faded and withered
I watched a girl sputter and cry,
but it was I who fell in love with her

I fell in love with her chestnut locks
I fell in love with her sickness
And as she plummeted to the dark rocks,
I feel in love with her weakness

And as she became the worst kind of tragedy,
my gaze never faltered
As she slipped into eternal agony
I wanted to be her shelter

But it was too late, and I was too afraid,
so I drifted to the same place as her