But how can I
                          Ever
          Expect
                       That maybe
Your
                           Talent
Will translate

Into
            A
Constricting thing

Such as
                      
                           Words.

I'm just a lonely girl
Living a lonely life
Trying to find the ways
To make it all right!

I can't erase
your penned-in face
I killed a man
That's for sure.
Long days begin to blur
The sting
Of her lips
And the clink of a ring
Sing of bullets
And thin streams of *****
Or blood
Or death
Or love
It all sounds like evaporation to me.
I sat at her grave
Maybe told her I'm not that brave.

He kissed my scars

I couldn't look him in the eye

*coward

You may not think that you are
But you are beautiful
You may not see that you are
But you are beautiful
People may not say that you are
But you are beautiful
You may reject it
But you are
And always will be
Beautiful

Olivia,
each day
I pray
yellow flowers
flood heaven
and dance
beside you
in the light of day,
and rub  your back
through nightfall.