I know a writer
I know a writer
She seems like quite the fighter
her arms and legs are covered in scars
But her eyes are so full of stars
I know a writer
Whose future couldn't be brighter
that always seems so sad
Or maybe just a bit mad
I know a writer
Whose nights are spent hunched over her typewriter
She often falls asleep in class
But, she has a smile that could cut glass
This poem is about:
Me