The writer.

Notebook on notebook,
Page by page,
I live in a world,
One with out age.
The words form in my brain,
I write them down,
I tell the story,
Of the Princess and the clown
Of tears and sadness,
Of hearts longing to be filled,
Of war and senselesness,
Preciaous blood as it is spilled,
Stories of hope,
Stories of fears,
Stories that will make you
Shed a tear.
I am a word smith
It's story I fasion,
Telling life tales
Is my joy
And my passion.