Let me tell you a story about a girl

Who saw the world in golden hour

She saw the difference in people

She looked past their skin

And found their soul

Their pain, their beauty,

Their possibilities, and their dreams.

She fell in love with these souls,

Not like boyfriend or girlfriend,

Just how the souls radiated

To the point that she couldn’t even explain it

She held on to them and their energy

But some days it would hit her

Like a little Kansas house

In the middle of a tornado,

The problem with how she was

Is she started to realize,

They would never love her

Like she loves them.