She has a typewriter in her head
That illustrates all her thoughts
Ink runs through her veins
In dark rivulets and tiny drops
Letters line her heart
Birthing a story word by word
She whispers the tales to the wind
So that it may be carried by the birds
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoesíaPoetry from a girl with a lot to say and even more to write. I update every Saturday at least, and occasionally throughout the week. This is my first story, so all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Dedicated to Jaelyn Richardson. Love ya b...
