Poems I made up

The girl that loved to write

A journal in her hand
A pen in the other
As she jots down words of her imaginary lover
She wrote poems
And scripts
Novels a plenty
Of journeys she yearned to live when she was twenty
Where animals could talk,
Love was real,
A place where people didn't feel
The hurt she felt
As the last chapter closed
And the love she gave
Never went away
After all these years
And all this time
She still loves to write