She's been through this before
There's only so much you can do before they snap
And she did, but before that

She never had a boyfriend, her love life
Was a game full of players
Who were only looking for a quick score

Her legs would open with flowers
Her heart untouched no-one cared about that
How could God plant a cherry stem on the street?

It makes no sense
Yet you write it  'coz it rhymes
When you read through the lines
You see it lacks strength yet you write when it makes no sense
If it'where business you'd make no cents

Small Poet surrounded by Big Poets
So the constant need to write more hoping you grow more begins to grow like a seed in your head

So Hello Poetry
How you doing?
My name is Zohn Dohn
And these are type of trophies I take home

Next letter to you should be a big one
I wanna be the only one
Crowned as the special one

The men in her life deserted her
She stay up all night wondering if she deserved it
To them she was just desert
The meal after the good meal

Life was tough cause they all had that special touch
They always made her feel like she was the girl of the house
Without even staying the night
They left with picking fights
She was really was just a mouse trapped in a maze of relationships with no care

No care for who she was
So she grew hate for every man who came
The light at the end of the tunnel always showed Mr Right for the moment
So she grew the hatred for the sweet moments portrayed by the chick-flicks aired at night

Her Knight in shining armor was no more than a character acting in a movie she created with scenes she wished she'd deleted

What you now read is a novel no longer important
Her heart is no longer broken
With the pen in her hand the script is now one which no man should witness