Anonymous 5-11-06

She sits there writing such brilliant conversations
No one knows how she truly is
Cryptic by rhyme that everyone ardors
They see a poet
She see a way to help her corrupt life
They are all mad for her work that her heart spilled out
Regrets where said
Lies were spoken

She sees no way out of this
But they don't want her to stop
For stopping her sinful conversations would be stopping what beauty she puts in our hearts.