Katherine what do you keep in your Knapsack?

Last time we spoke,
you called out my cheek bones,
with a soft touch,
smile's born.

But no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to.
When they're with you.

So you stand up,
and you brush off,
move on,
and got out.

But you can't be faithful,
if you want to be strong,
you're never wrong.

Yet no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to,
when they see you.

Pale beauty

White as the cold snow,
pure and gentle is your touch,
you are a blessing.