Her Love For Books
Her love books were one of a kind.
She had lived all those fantasies ever set
Up in her mind
She was addicted to intelligence and the books
She wore the crown of knowledge with those
Proud scholarly looks
Honesty wasn’t just her habit,it was her way of
Life.
The truth on her tongue sometimes felt
Sharper than the knife
Her world was bigger than life, and life itself
She wasn’t always late.
Days fell short,it was just her cheating fate
She had that charm and the beauty of a queen
She was the bright streak of light that only
Night had seen
That spirit to rise and win was always
Brand new.
To gather all that courage,she didn’t need a
Mountain dew.
She just need to believe in herself
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