Now she writes..
Writes in the day and in the night.
Whether it's a sentence or two..or a whole book.
And she loves it,I see it in her eyes
Even as she speaks
I hear the sudden difference in tone and diction
The variation in her voice tells it all.
Sometimes I wonder what really made her come out of her shell..
Oh well but anyway
It's not my time to unveil her latest creation
Even I haven't seen it ...
Desperately waiting in anticipation ...
Pacing back and forth berating
Wasting my own time
When I wish I could just find ....
What is on her mind.
