The way she writes

They say she was an open book, a window with transparent glass - so easy to read, so easy to see pass through.

If she's happy she'll think lovely thoughts and her pen will do the same, if she's sad her poems will mourn along with her.

If she's angry her writings will scream her hatred away, if she's in the mood she'll write very so effortless.

If she's in love, it's that one person all her writings were about.
And if her heart gets broken,

She'll forget how to write.



- yancs damien