A writers mind is a splash of fertile paint upon a wall.

We shake the brush and sit and watch the living colours fall.

There are million things hitting my head
when it comes to you
I am a girl with a messy head and unbalanced emotions
Yet you leave me in a surprise
When with a small warm smile of yours
You tell me that you love me.
I know you are not interested in this play of words
that I do day and night
Yet you spend nights singing songs and listening my poetry...
Thank you.

The way I look,
The way I feel,
The way I smile,
The way I speak!

When I'm"ME",
people have issues,
They ask me to change saying,
"I have certain issues!"

THEIR wishes, are my EXUDES.
Their choices are not in my tissues!
I know i sound rude,
I know i sound cruel,
I'm raw, I'm me & that's my fuel!