Is she wrong for lusting for love she never knew ?

For the love she knew was nothing but false wishes.

She never knew of flush pinks and warm reds,

All she found were dark blues and sorrowful hues.

Her soft radiance now inked with pain,

Body battered 'till colored black and blue.

Will she ever know of a love which one can truly call love?

She hopes for the love she never knew.