Love a girl who writes, and lives her many lives
You have yet to find her, beneath her words of impression.
Kiss her blue inked fingers, read the words she waana say.
The stain of your lips upon her, the one she can't discard.
Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took
You are her ever-after, the hero of her book.
Just take good care of her, she is loosing her mind
Read her dairy, the one wrote for you.
