She Dreams of Poetic Nothings


She was always one for literature
The type of girl with a tongue so shape it cut through stone

But she hid her heart behind a facade of sarcasm and wit
All the while her bleeding heart longed for the sun

She sang of Ovid and dreamed of Shakespeare
Reached for far off lands and daydream nations
Only for her childhood dreams and fairy tale endings
To disappear with the stars she sought

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