All The Things I've Never Said Before - Part 5

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She has a giant bookshelf,

It's where her heart tends to lie,

The ink of the jet runs through her veins.

You see, she'll print you into her untold story,

With the typewriter that she has in her brain.

The books she owns are getting crowded on the shelves,

Of all the stories that she wrote.

There's one person, who flipped through the pages that she wrote,

But closed the book before the end.

There's one in particular that has been pushed to the very back,

As it sits collecting dust.

Its titled with her finest writing,

"The One That Got Away."

This book in particular she's scared to open,

Of all the stories she ever wrote.

There's one person that she met,

The books she owns are stretched out in countless rows.

Some have only a sentence,

While others have a tendency to hold chapters.

Out of the thousands of footprints,

Some have left scars across her heart.

You might often wonder to yourself why does she do this,

Why is it that she writes about people she once knew?

Her only hope is to one day mean enough,

For someone else to write about her too