She has a story, one that has never been told
but would one listen if it were read aloud
It's a never-ending book, pages and pages, go on and on..
like the night sky and the twinkling stars
like a red rose, beautiful yet as painful as those stinging thorns
like the shining sun with it's glimmering rays, yet burns if you linger too long
like the sea, vibrant blues and soothing waves, vast and deep, easy to drift away
like the feeling of love, but the word that is tossed around like confetti
like the taste of sweet sugar, however, sickening if consumed way too much
like a cool summer breeze, or a sting of a bee, like a simple shade of pink, or the force of a blow
Her story is beautiful, but is filled with great pain
She has a story, one that has never been told
but would one listen if were read aloud