I got flowers today
it wasn't our anniversary
or anything special
it was our first argument
he yelled into my face
and pushed me against the wall
I woke up on the floor
bruises
on my body
but, I know he must be sorry
because I got flowers today

I got flowers today
it wasn't my birthday
or Mother's Day
no
he hit me   hard
making me bleed
I thought about leaving
Where would I go?
What would happen?
I'm afraid of him
and I'm scared to leave
but I know,
he must be sorry
because I got flowers today

I got flowers today
lots and lots of flowers
today was different
today was special
it was my funeral
he finally killed me
maybe if I were strong enough
brave enough    to leave
maybe he wouldn't have had to be sorry
maybe I wouldn't have gotten flowers today

Waiting for the sea she sits
writing with her fingertips
setting down herstory on the sand;

waiting, with a wistful eye
watching for the rising tide
wondering if stories can be drowned..

Where are the words, the ones with sparks
to set a fire in wooden hearts
and set to work my wooden tongue
with all the wit that they impart ?

where do those words that all belong
in works of poetry come from ?
I know them only as the guests
that visit me by book and song;

my own words bear the awkwardness
of someone starting to undress
with clumsy thumbs and wooden hands
and should perhaps stay unexpressed..

Cheaters never win,
winners never cheat.
I gave you my heart for your hands to keep.
you broke my trust
or was it lust?
I know you love me
but revenge plays out, you'll see
Stupidly, I will stay
let the game play
but youre the sin
I will win
cause winners never cheat