Book With Wings

her heart is an open book, pages torn and frayed, tossed round so carelessly, beaten up and played. If a bandage could cure the hurt, if actions didn't sting, those pages might not fade away, her heart just might take wing. Nobody said you cant get up, once you've been pushed to the ground, no one said that hope wont guide you, and help your trust be found. she found resilience in her weakness, now she can be strong, she may seem frail and quiet, but she will show you that your wrong. Simply walking away from them, and refusing to glance back, passes the test of will that she has, self control she does not lack. With a grin on her face, and the wind in her hair, her heart is an open book, so be nice to it, be fair. Some days are harder than others, being shoved to the ground, but she still has light in her eyes, and refuses to stay down.