Cover by the talented @brckenlcve
She has a bookshelf for a heart,
And ink runs through her veins,
She'll write you into her story,
With a typewriter in her brain,
Her bookshelves getting crowded,
With all the stories that she's penned,
Of the people who flipped through her pages,
But closed the book before the end,
And there's one pushed to the very back,
That sits collecting dust,
With its title in the finest writing,
"The one who lost my trust",
There's books she's scared to open,
And books she doesn't close,
Stories of every person she's met,
Stretched out in the endless rows,
Some people have only one sentence,
While others once hold a main part
Thousands of inky footprints,
That they've left across her heart,
You might wonder why she does this,
Why write of people she once knew?
But she hopes one day she means enough,
For some one to write about her too.
~e.h
This inspirational book includes poetry, quotes and more....
CRINGE WARNING!
First book I ever wrote on here!!
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"Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun."
I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest.
They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted.
People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'.
I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy.
Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1
Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8
Copyright 2014