you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.

I am a woman
Dyed blond
Peer pressure I guess
Nice *****
I don't conform
Not because I'm informed
I'm padded room crazy
A wild Daisy
My hair represent the free spirit
Then I cut it off in rebellion
I will light you on fire
You never were a desire
Leave me, I wont be crying
You always be wondering
I'm that insane chick that keeps you staring

Roses are red Violets are blue
I don't know if I can make it through
Because the roses are wilting the violets are dead
And nothing will silence the thoughts in my head
The sky isn't clear, the sun no longer shines
The blood in my veins is no longer mine
The days are long and as dark as the night
The thoughts in my head no longer happy and bright.
The tears stream down my face and off of my nose
as I cry in the places no one ever goes.
I want it to stop, I want it to end
I don't think I can go through this again.
I can't help but feel that I'd be better off dead
The roses have wilted the violets are dead.