White hair over tired, green eyes.
A smile that can only be made
When reminiscing, a faint one.
Staring out over choppy green sea,
Cool breeze blowing freely.
Wonder what she's remembering,
Wonder where she's been...
Every person has a story, see.
Most will be like your average book,
They'll just give you the same crap.
But occasionally you'll find a masterpiece.
Sometimes you'll get hooked,
You can't wait to hear more...
Others a story'll just end, abruptly.
Sometimes you just won't relate...
Others you won't let go, you'll take almost anywhere.
The best piece is unique,
Written to one's best ability.
Some'll be boring though, almost like...
The author gave up somewhere around the middle.
Me, I prefer to read those stories.
I love writing, I really do,
But life is just one genre I find I'm a bit lacking.
Farrelei Community Member 
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