The heart will never
wrinkle for it will
grow and continue
to sprinkle and become
filled with wild endless
youth. And the coming
days will prove*  ~

Im holding on to you
before your wings crash
and fall. Hush now i'll bow
down to you and kiss your
sadness away. You can
call it madness if you want.
Give me your hands to hold.
I'll protect them from the
blistering cold. Let me hug
you at the times you feel your
growing old. Your eyes shine like pretty
emeralds and diamonds.
Let me stare at them because
they'll help guide us. I can see
stories of our future , us , our
children a wooden cottage even
your college degree. It's true
that's what I see. Come on
darling light up a smoke i'll tell
you a joke and soon we'll leave
this town because lately it's
been making you frown*  ~

The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

It's too loud inside my head.
I can't hide for long under
the covers of my bed. A
scream a curse a bruise
a slap a kick. This all shouldn't
be part of the life i wished.
Lower your voice. I don't like
the noise. A mom screams out
in agony cause she gave her life
to him. Love was all she knew.
Should I run away. Head off to
the streets without having a clue.
The house is falling apart its glue can't hold it up for long. I can't find my voice to even sing my song.
Just a matter of time and i'll be gone. I don't care if I end up living
in a barn in a strangers farm. Anywhere away from this harm would seem a little satisfying.
This house just seems so wrong* ~

He reminds me of
red velvet cupcakes.
His clothes are dark
like it's wrapper. Skin
as sweet as the white
frosting placed as the
topping. Cheeks blood
red like the colour
additive added in the
recipe. He's sweeter
than honey coming out
of the queen bee. I'm
telling you he's a cupcake
to me*. ~

To be beautiful
Is to be almost dead,
Is it not?

Your voice is never heard,
'Cause your face talks too loud...

I hate who they think I am,
And as a result, I hate them.
That's why I don't like a lot of people--
*You see, it's their fault!