I’m snowed in, I cannot move.
With my every breath it threatens to crush me...

A rose-
So sweet, so pure, so white...

I ache…
Longing for my next chance...

Heat, silence.
The thorny branches of the acacias...

All I have
All I have to give...

You brighten up my life
You really do...

I sit and sew, and look upon the woods
Where in some verdant glade I once did play...

See the birds
Dancing in the rain...

You know
I hated you...

This isn't a 'slang' poem, but it was the only way...
Once upon a time...

Light on these golden curls, goodbye-
You will be drawn to them no more...

Take a look around-
What do you see...