Little girl, your eyes are dark.
They've turned from green to black.
I don't think you meant to break your heart
while you tried to forget the past.
Your pretty smile turned cynical.
Your fists clenched in self-defense.
Your claws came out when words were critical.
Your jaw was set to take the hit.
But, when it came to blows
you didn't know you had that kinda fight.
You may've been hit square on the nose
but, through hot tears you realized:
Their barks worse than their bite.
