Like a ballerina twirling as she dances lightly on her toes,
She is free.
And as the Earth swirls in her own sorrow, painting her poetry in the newly sun-less sky,
She is free.
And like the plump and pigmented cheeks of a child experiencing her first snowfall in the biting winter,
She is free.
And as the roses bud in the birth of Spring, the birds sing of their anxious wait for the comfort of her petals,
She is free.
And as the cotton candy dizzily gathers in the candy store windows of her childhood dreams,
She is free.
And as I tied back my hair this morning and pulled at the laces on my shoes and painted my lips with my favorite shade of happiness,
I closed my eyes and batted my lashes as my head filled with the music of
I am free.

I don't wear make up,
Because I've never wanted to.
I cannot walk in high heels,
Preferring my flat shoes.

You can keep your skinny jeans,
I'll have my lumberjacks on.
And I'd rather go play rugby,
Then to a stupid prom.

Whilst you're out there chasing boys,
I'm sat back reading books.
And you're crying over their rejection,
Well, I'm lost in the hook.

Call me "Frigid" if you must,
It's I just really couldn't care.
Whilst these boys do not control me,
They're driving you to despair.

Breathe,
Just breathe,
All you gotta do is breathe,
Come on breathe ...

The nerve of the butterfly that took my last breath,
The nerve of our affection to be the cause of death,
The nerve that I'll be left 6 under,
The nerve of my heart; in an enteral slumber,

Breathe,
Just breathe,
All you gotta do is breathe,
It's my Loves Asphyxiation,

When my eyes plant on you,
There is no shaking,
When my lips meet yours,
There is no faking,
The ****** of your him to my her,
It's in the love we make ...

Breathe,
Just breathe,
It's my Loves Asphyxiation,

Chemistry on another,
Level,
I feel the levels changing,
The air in my body is scarce,
I can't breathe when you're not around,
My hearts asthma is affected by you,
The way you make me do the things I do ...
It's My Loves Asphyxiation

Breathe,
Just breathe,
All you gotta do is breathe,
Come on breathe ...
She's gone and he's not attending any funerals....

I want*        to change     my ideas
to change   the world       for the better
the world    but           my life forever
but          I cannot               I'm just a victim of habit
I cannot      change myself;         what I want is
change myself;     I want       what I need

Its all it can ever be

At times I felt so lost
My sadness deep as sin
Overcome by emptiness
My need, was ravaged from within

It took almost, my whole life
To discover what was wrong
So much in life was offered me
But I just needed, to belong
BOEMS BY JA 493