She has lines of verse on one side of the page
And math notes on the other
Ink stains mark her hands,
Yet she can't talk to another
Written words flow easy
But with a person it's not so breezy
She tends to stumble
And not just with words does she fumble
Lines running in her head
She writes them down before bed
And during lunch
And I have a hunch
They're written during study hall
And during classes, one and all
Poems of hers
And quotes of theirs
Two AM is just another time
She's creating or remembering rhyme
Reciting Poe as she drifts away
That's how she says goodbye to another day