She

old and written a long, long time ago. still like it though.

She spends the day her pen to paper,

Deep in thought but who caould blame her??

She walks outside to see the sky,

Fascinated, wondering why.

Passing through her filled up mind,

Thoughts of glee she cannot find.

Her pencil now her favorite friend,

The writing, soon, will never end.

Her pages fill, the pencil wears,

From writingof her thoughts and cares.

With much to write

And much to say,

The book remains there every day.

When she's done, she tucks away

Her precious thoughts till the next day.

 

When in her head she'd by herself

She takes the book back off the shelf.

Author's Note

finally restored.

Reviews

[Rosalie]

wow, really small font. you should fix that. it's good though :)))

[imnoromeo215]

very good but the fonts a little hard to but still a great poem