Prettier Than Autumn.

Unappreciated,
misunderstood.
Beautifully lonely....
I wish that I could

take her in my arms,
hide her from the world....
She makes my heartbeat stutter,
but she has stories to be told.

I know she's been abandoned,
mistreated, misused....
She cannot see her glory,
but if I got to choose,

I'd shield her from the pain,
catch her when she falls....
Kiss her lips in secret,
alone behind the walls.

I'd bottle up her laughter,
and I'd play it like a song....
She doesn't know how much I mean this,
'cause she's always treated wrong.