She Has A Bookshelf For Heart
She Has A Bookshelf For Heart
They say she is just like the snow,
Innocently pale, beautiful but cold.
She is a wildflower in the crack,
Tough enough for storms yet tender to hold
She has a bookshelf for her heart,
The ink flowed through her veins.
She writes you into her stories,
With soft patters of rain...
She's more of a burning fire
Like millions of stars stuck in space,
Waiting to be discovered,
With arms stretched for a warm embrace.
She isn't the right to all wrongs,
Neither is she a pain.
For all of you who know
The veracious trail to win.