Tread softly onto my fragile heart
for my wounds have not yet healed...

A tiny teeny little weenie
no bigger then my thumb...

I read my daughters poem
boy was it funny...

Unable to erase you from
memory...

She sat upon her daddy's lap
her eyes were filled with tears...

I cannot tell you truthfully
of whom my heart belongs...

The snow keeps falling down
its blanket blinds me...

Your sorry ass, you make me sick
disgust is all I feel...

Don\'t hold your breath for me to break
I caught you in the flesh...