It scares her a little. If after all this time she won't be able to excite you in a way that you deserve. So she just gives you shy smiles, and quick glances, but she wants more.
So much time she has counted on her own, she learned to love her to be, who she is. So she fears that someone could take this all away again, but she wants more. Having so much broken endings, could she be able to give you a perfect beginning? What if its too late, but she wants more.
Run after her in rain and snow, let it seep through your soul. Push your eyes through her eyes, look how deep it all goes. How deep you could fall into that rabbit hole that she is? The perfect destruction, naive clumsiness that she cannot hide, but she wants more.
Give her a hand, feel that she is freezing, trembling. Warm up her lonely fingers.
Don't say a word, she doesn't need any. She just wants to feel, feel the moment.
She is not forgotten.
She is not alone.
She is she..
..but she wants more.