Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

Made of glass is my heart,
so please treat it as though FRAGILE were written across my chest.

It has fallen so many times already that I am running low on glue.

Please don't break my heart because this love is my last chance, I just can't bare anymore shards, that tare into my soul like claws.

Please don't break my heart, this pain is becoming all to familiar...

Hush your mind,
                       close you eyes,
                      rest your head,
                                 &
               fall asleep in death.

Night has dawned,
moonlight is taking me in.
I stand in the shaded field, out of sight.
Ripping the tight clothes from my skin,
showing only the moonlight my naked body, I stand straight and proud.
Naked and free is one shade of me, a bright yellow it states.
Morning is ridding the train to almost here, which makes me fill heavy with fear.
Fear of the public and society is also a shade of me, it shows bright blue as I hurridly redress my self.
Day has came to me as well school now I **** dry the sweet juices of what THEY don't know, they don't know the shade of my thoughts whom prove bright green as I conjure up funny things.
But as Tommy walks by the shade of my heart beats to be heard, its shade is bright red.
These are the shades of me and each one demands that I serve.

I look upon him with eyes of appreciation, as a ***** man would to soap.
I lavish at the way his image is so square.
Like a crown of authority is his beard.
He is a roof over me.
A man of meat so strong.
The voice of him is quite an appealing song.
Men, men, ah wonderous men.

If you love her, tell her so.
             If you don't, she'll never fully know.
If you love her, notice the little things.
             Like when she changes her style.
If you love her, when she's sad try and make her smile.
             If you love her, hear what she is trying to say.
Think of how she feels.
             If you love her, really know her, know what she would pick or say.
But most importantly if you really love her, when things get rough, stay.

Allow her to be innocent.
Allow her to be silly.
Allow her to be safe.
Allow her to be sometimes clumsy.
Allow her to have her gaurd down, around you.
Allow her to be pure.
Allow her to be cute.
Allow her to be her.