In Her Heart

In Her Heart She lived a normal life A nice home A clean floor And a typewriter she never used Then her dream became a story That she thought had to be told The typewriter came to life She wrote word after word Her palimpsest covered her floor Still she kept on telling her story Writing on ream after ream of paper But even if her story was never finished If no one ever had the chance to read it In her heart she was still an author