novels, poetries and my quill

if life was a novel, I would've been in pages which one could read at once but take the longest to end if I was in poems then, i could have been in a verse filling hearts but with the ink so brightened With the quill I crafted with the twigs I gathered I could write all by myself the quill won't shatter I can enchant it with any spell how hard, the world tries It really doesn't matter if life was a novel, you would've read all the pages and never hesitate to turn over and marked all of the traces if we were in poems then the spells I drew would've charmed you to hover along every single stanza And that's how I printed these pages