the death of a artist
is as mysterious as
Mona Lisa's smile
they rise against
life leaving many
wondering how?
misunderstood while alive
praised in death as their admirers
beautifully cry.

I'm afraid
But you'll never know.

I'm not happy
But it'll never show.

I wish you'd runaway with me
But you'll never go.

Today you will get this letter
Although I wrote it years ago.

I give,
Even when I have not.

I go,
Even when tired
I never stop.

I appear brave,
But I'm afraid alot.

At times I want to end it all
but, I better not.

At 24,
There are no knocks at my door
But still I stay
Afraid to go...

Cupid is coming soon,
This I know.

At 22,
I broke my own heart
Ended an affair
That was never meant to start.

Cupid please,
I hate this part.

Age is steadily approaching
my heart is steadily closing
Desire is a hourglass
And my true love is very last.

And I remember being in your home
In your bed
Insecure thoughts
ran through my head...

Like, do you love me?
Do you really care?
Satisfaction and pleasure
I could not share...

I knew I shouldn't have been there
I had the answers
And the truth hurt
But it was too late to go...

I had already dropped my skirt.
Yearning to belong but still alone
And repeating the same old heartbreak  song...

I think it's funny
that you think no one notices you.

I Bet it would make you smile,
to know that I do.

Every morning, day, and afternoon
and that's not it....

I hope to introduce myself to you very soon.

One girls trash is anothers treasure
I should have loved him better

Now he has a new girl and baby
I still have baggage, bag lady

Now my chest hurts, heart attack
This is the worse payback.