The Girl

Myself, Amanda, the aspiring writer.

Myself, Amanda, the aspiring writer.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

7 Responses to “The Girl”

  1. hey whats up?

  2. haha i must have been in the middle of making it when you said that! :)

  3. ehh its now there lol

  4. Why is there no about you :(

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