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