Sitting here with weeks to go
Sitting here rocking back and forth...

Once before I called someone my lotus
I called them my diamond hiding in the rough...

This halo that sits upon my head
So unjustly placed...

This halo that sits upon my head
So unjustly placed...

I know your insecurities and your personal...
But I would never ask to have you any other way...

If only there was some way
For me to express the passion that flows through...

Ask not why my heart now roils in pain
Ask not why my soul cries out in agony...

For the first time
I am truly hurt...

An unnamed poet
Struggling in the world...

Here in black and white,
I write my inner passions and turmoils for the...

There is a fine line between good and evil in this...
many choose not to distinguish between the two...

Passion runs along my veins
It flames through my soul...