Her Stories1 min 86 1 min 86
She is a book and
Ink travel through her veins.
Stories end without an end
Because not everyone deserves to be penned.
She describes them in metaphors,
Collect them in commas.
Some form chapters while others
Are just in words.
She left some incomplete with her
Finest writing she titled them,
"The ones I let go"
Thousands of inky footprints laid
Little did she knew only some stayed.
If you wonder why to write about
People she ones knew
But she hopes that one day,
Someone writes about her too.