• the_insignificant 23w

    Such a mess she was
    With broken dreams scattered jumbled around the floor
    She kissed pain goomorning everytime she woke...

    She used to think alot
    Carried stories to tell in her inkpot,
    hugged blank pages when she was alone
    Even they cried at the stories they were told...

    But she was a queen without a crown
    A fighting spirit who'd never let herself down
    She made her pen her sword
    And everyday there'd be a fight in her yard
    Those inked sheets sang her victory in the fight
    Broken but alive, she found her way to be alright...