She Was... Poem by Shannon Nicole
She Was...
She was an image,
A fragile photo.
She was a glass frame,
Daring to be broken.
She was a beautiful rose,
With petals, a dark crimson.
Her tears were like blood from a wound.
Her eyes shouting out for help.
She whispers a sweet song to herself.
She was an innocent,
Waiting to be saved.
She was a light,
Wanting to be known.
She was only invisible.
Trust her,
No one would notice.
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8/26/2026 5:05:53 PM # rel_20260826T082754Z_99b456e
Wow...this is beautiful, fragile photo daring to be broken, i really understand what it's saying.