She's like a book on a bookshelf 
fragile, broken, alone
Her thoughts are fulled with words 
that line the edge
of each page, yet 
the shade of black ink 
that drips off her tongue 
stains her own bold-faced font

She's like a book on a empty bookshelf
In an empty library
In an empty city
In an empty world
Alone

She's like a secret book on a bookshelf
filled with genius passages that do not 
make sense to her
for she is a silent author 
that can only sit in front of a old wooden desk
and wait for ink to spew
from her fingertips 
to create a masterpiece