My Bookshelf Heart

My Bookshelf Heart Her heart is a bookcase Filled with books to readSome are written with loveWhile others still do bleed. Pages filled with her poetry Written in blood, sweat and tearsYou can almost feel her wordsAnd some of her darkest fears. Some are inked in footprints While some leave behind a stainTelling about her … Continue reading My Bookshelf Heart →