A black haired beauty

With the gift of words

Nose always in a story

Always the first

To jump before she falls

She couldn’t wait

To go live her life

In the bustling streets

Of the city of opportunity

Filled with everything

She believed she could be

NYC

She got an opportunity and took it

one day her name

Would be engraved in cursive letters

Across the front page

New York Times Bestselling Author it would say

But when she woke up all those dreams would fade away

No one could see her dream

The words she couldn’t live without

Then late one night

With the candle flickering in the dark

She brought a pen to paper

Determined to light that spark

And every night

After her 9-5

She’d sit and write

Under candlelight

Slowly pages turned into chapters

And characters turned to people

The notebooks grew fatter

With ideas full

A year passed, then two

She decided to take her life into her own hands

Instead of leaving it up to chance

She searched for someone

Who could change her book

From a story to a masterpiece

She was extatic

Worker day and night

Editing those beautiful words

She wouldn’t go down without a fight

Another year passed by

But the book was in reach

The pages ready to be smelt

Her words ready to be read

Soon the day came

Where her words lay

On cream colored pages

Alongside her name