Do you know the story
Of the girl you love
The true tale behind
Her sweet brown eyes
There are many things
You should be weary of
Before you include her
In your life
The baggage she holds
Isn't a carry on
It's luggage by the dozen
That seem to stretch for days
The things inside
She can't leave behind
Afraid they'll return
And beg to stay
In every bag she has
Is a secret too deadly
To keep within
They bind her, hold her
To keep her weak
You see the layers you
Want to see
But inside is a slave
Trying to be free