Her bookshelf
She has a bookshelf for a heart,
And ink runs through her veins,
She'll write you into her story,
With the typewriter in her brain.
Her bookshelf is getting crowded,
With all the stories that she had penned,
Of the people who flicked through her pages,
But closed the book before the end.
YOU ARE READING
Body & Soul
PoetrySome people suddenly change. One day you are important, the next you are worthless.... 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫 Love me like you mean it or I'll kill you just how you deserve it.! 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫 Just like you said dear... I am the...
