“Every letterthat she types;every keystrokethat she strikes-To spell your nameagain and again,is all she everwants to write.”

“She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.”

“I drew him in my world;I write him in my lines,I want to be his girl,he was never meant as mine.I drew him in my world;He is always on my mind;I draw his every line.It hurts when he’s unkind.I drew him in my world;I draw him all the time,but I don’t know where to draw the line.”