Love a girl

Who writes and not plays

And read her many thoughts

And discover her

Beneath her words that make her

Embrace her scribes

Her words are her heart

The stains of blue ink

Show her heart is at work

Forget the tattered pages

That make her dark ties

Flip her next page in her heart

And learn that every page

Is a new start

If the girl who sketches

Allows you to glance over her shoulder

If her poetry

Sparkles

And shows you her words

If the girl who sings alone

Hums a melody in you presence

Take note

That you stand no longer

A person

But the atmosphere

The air

That penetrates her lungs

And when the world is dark

And everything falls apart

You will forever be a pencil mark

A poem

A melody