She has a bookshelf for a heart
Book with shadows of shame
One with happiness of different names
It was not regular blood that flowed in
Her veins
But instead, Ink ran through her veins
She can write you into a story
With dots of ink and lined up letters
She could write you into her heart
She has so many books
Different lines of all the people she's met
Thousands of inky footprints
Etched stemselves into her head
There were many stories to share
There are so many books to share
But the ones in her heart
Those were ones you couldn't start
So they sat on her shelf
Nobody would ever open them up
YOU ARE READING
silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
