It's not your fault your talk
never found a fondness...

I know my poetry is in shambles-
it is enchanted with...

It just so happens, truth
can make a heart clearly see...

I suppose what I desired was
for you to inspire me...

I'm frightened by the things
I cannot see...

I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...

Lately it feels like time
has kicked up her skirt...

My husband makes me feel pretty
on days when my mirror...

There's a gust inside,
it chills me...

It does me no good
to muse over frown lines...

At times your love...
with its promises of rays...

You say you like the way a risk
can tickle the spine...