Her Heart Is A Bookshelf And Ink Runs Through Her Veins

Her heart is a bookshelf and the ink runs through her veins. She writes different stories and words welling from within. She has written happy stories, of memories that warm her heart. She’s got books she can never stop writing about people whom she’s so fond the most. Her heart is always full but still got spaces for new people to fill. She has her way of freeing her heart from things that no longer matter.

Her heart is a bookshelf and ink runs through her veins. She writes different stories and words are welling from within. She has a collection of tragic and painful stories kept at the farthest corner of her heart, stories of pain and suffering she’s not willing to write again. She wrote stories of people who browsed through the pages yet closed the book before the story ends.

Her heart is a bookshelf and ink runs through her veins. She writes different stories and words are welling from within. Her bookshelf has a special section of books that are limited edition with titles such as “The Ones Who Lost My Trust” and “To You Who Broke My Heart”. It was written in fine script handwriting but were told through words that cut like a sword. Though how painful these stories might have been, she’s still proud of all the lessons she gained which led her to write inspirational books of “Hope Amidst Storms”, “The Power of Choice”, and “The Art Of Moving On”.

Her heart is a bookshelf and ink runs through her veins. She writes different stories and words are welling from within. Her life is a library, a collection of different stories. Her hands move fluidly like ink and her brain overflows with words she can’t even explain. Her life is a publication waiting to be read and explored. Her heart is a bookshelf packed with various books. Her heart is a bookshelf reserved for that special someone who would call it home.