She lives between the words,
She drowns herself in the ocean of words,
She writes her feeling down,
When everyone's asleep in town.

She's afraid for the world to know,
That she loves you so,
She felt magic with you,
And she wonders if you feel it with her too.

She is a book with tattered pages,
Waiting to be read for ages,
The books on her shelves loved her so,
And she is just another lost soul.