Taking Time

Taking Time

Has someone ever took the time,
The time, to write about beauty.
Beauty, deep inside this girls her heart?
Has someone ever took the time?
The time, to write about this girl,
Who’s living like a piece of art?
Has someone ever took the time?
To describe the indescribable?
Words are like an endless puzzle,
And so is her hidden point of view.
Lines can form an ancient story,
But chapters might start something new.
Something new might break like glass,
And repeat the way as it did before.
Like a dieing man who will be reborn,
It will learn by mistakes, more and more.
And more and more it will grow through time,
Stupidity turns into words of wisdom.
Depression turns into happiness which shines,
And slowly life will have its reasons.
But until then she is locked up,
In her own confusing mind.
People might misunderstand her,
When they don’t read all the lines.
And all the lines create a story,
About beauty, deep inside.
But she’s like a book that won’t be opened…
Will someone ever take the time?