My life is a story.

If you want to know,

I'll read it to you.

But to let you into something that personal

Will take a little something extra.

Something I haven't seen before.

You can tell me I'm beautiful.

Not to bribe me

But because you mean it

And you want to see me smile.

My story is still being written,

As is yours.

At some point I hope they intertwine.

Am I a part of your story?

Are you a part of mine?

Do I help you understand things

That you cannot seem to figure out.

Do you make me want to continue

With what I set out to do.

There is triumph

And there is tragedy.

This is the stone

For all human life.

At some point you may not want to know

What happens next.

At some point you'll lay down my story

And sob a bit.

At some point you'll lay down my story

To think about your own life.

You own story.

You will return my story to me

After you have earned the right

To read it.

You will return my heart to me

After you have earned the right

To hold it.

This is the point in the story

Where you're supposed to tell me

Everything will be okay.

I'll let you hold me

If you promise

That you won't let go.