I may be the girl with a sad smile
that is only for awhile
I may be the girl who cried 'stop'
And yelled "tonight is, numb"
But today it will stop

Today I will fly
High up in the sky
There I won't lie
I am the girl with a goal
I am the girl with a soul
I am the girl who want it all

My reality turns to fantasy
Those who hurts me
Is those who changes me
Those who hates me
Is those I won't be
My fantasy turns to reality
And strong that's what I will be

Today I will fly
High up in the sky
There I won't lie
I am the girl with a goal
I am the girl with a soul
I am the girl who want it all

Writing is like talking to a beautiful woman. Pelt her with shoddy words and badly composed sentences and she slaps you and walks away. Splash her full of ink and you only get a cheap **** with ripped stockings and too many scratched out tattoo's.

But,

Caress her with your pen, stroke her with loving splendor, decorate her with words and sentences like sparkling diamonds and you have her attention. Use old pick up lines and you entertain her, for a while. Be yourself and speak from the soul and you entertain her for a life time.

Frozen little masterpiece
Drifting toward the ground
Fluttering movements cease
Melting without a sound
More of you falling on me
An army of ice
Now the color I cannot see
Isn't that nice