She was 16, she wrote like she was 30.
She was happy, she wrote like she was sad.
She wrote during times of crisis
She wrote during times of Joy
She wrote and wrote and wrote day in day out
She wrote while eating
She wrote while walking
She wrote poems, and short stories
She wrote novels and plays
She wrote for her mother and Father
She wrote for her sister and Brother
She wrote for neighbors
She wrote for strangers
She wrote for those who were lost
She wrote for those who were found
She wrote and wrote kept on writing
She wrote on her life
She wrote on her families life
She wrote as they grew
She wrote as she grew
She wrote when she felt emotion
She wrote when she felt nothing
She wrote about the emptiness
She wrote about everything
She wrote and wrote until one day she stopped
She wrote until her inspiration was gone
She wrote until her life ended and she was still alive
She wrote until she lost faith
She wrote until she lost her soul
She wrote until the one thing that mattered was stolen from her
She wrote and wrote and wrote
Until she ran out of ink.
Poet: Jasmin Grider
read: 8515 times Rating:Date: 25 May, 2008
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