Beautifully Broken Poem by Frances Pritchard

She smiles at a secret,
I see it as if I know.
I watch as she’s locked in,
I helped the girl to grow.

I believe and I can read her,
Although she keeps herself inside,
I know that there’s more to her,
All of what she seems to hide.

I’m sorry I’m not one,
I promise you are worth this.
But I can do but look,
And can dream only of your kiss.

She smiles at a secret,
I see it and I know.
I’m broken you are beauty,
No choice but to let go.