An open book that’s been read
Pages bent, torn from mishandled hands
That angrily scraped the beauty off the front cover
Composed of brightest reds
That screamed love, passion for a life of endeavors
Yet, naïve to life’s dangerous complications
As it aged with time
Experiences seemed to overtake the beauty of the outside
Countless lies ripped the trust sewed deep in the pages
From deceitful people unpleased with what they see
Ignoring the truth that lies beneath
The ugly framed structure that holds together paper sheets
But if you glance real hard
Open gracefully and handle with care
Read every single word and line
You might realize that the beauty remains
Edged inside in the strength
That can never to be taken away
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