I dip my pen In the inky black sky And, watch, mesmerised As stars burst out Of the nib Aligning themselves Into a mass Of constellations As I put my pen To paper. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
With your intellect
Set my mind on fire
As my words
Crumble to ashes
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
This is something that I just wrote. Does this even make sense?
Maybe the sun Is in love With the moon And, every night He hides behind A cloak of darkness Just to see her Light up The whole damn world. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore