I’m just that kind of girl, you see,
A random, strange type of girl, that’s me.
I like to think outside the box,
I like to imagine what’s behind the rocks.
I’ve been given the gift of imagination, that’s true,
I can see different angles, I see past the blue.
I love my characters so much, I know,
It can consume me, yes, which isn’t good, no.
I think sometimes my passion is confusing,
to those who don’t understand my fusing.
I have a mind like that of a writer,
I’m constantly looking for ways to make things brighter.
Sometimes I realize I seem a bit, well, odd,
When I dig around to find treasure in the sod.
I make life interesting, I listen to my heart,
I find things for stories, I go and play the part.
These words come deep within me, they do,
I don’t know how to describe it, it happens to so few.
But when you’re crafting a story, when it’s coming together,
The joy inside bubbles up, you feel lighter than a feather.
God created a special person, they’re not very common,
That’s probably a good thing, or the world would be a mobbin’.
That person is called a writer, and it is a great gift to possess,
So enjoy your imagination, use it, create things from the mess!
A/N (Author's Note): This is called it's almost eleven o'clock at night on Saturday and I randomly got inspired by words. Don't ask why. It was... random...
God bless and enjoy your Sunday! (Since most of you will read this tomorrow)