If only things were
done as quick as said...
Many of the things
That go through my head...
Theres these feelings I have
Way deep inside...
What singles out a poem
Make it better then the rest...
At night when I do drift
Into a deep slumber...
They way you make me feel
Those thoughts I can't resist...
I could Pick up the phone
I could dial your number...
Why Can't I breath
When you come to mind...
I put The blade to my pale skin
It was shape yet so thin...
I was so very young
Yet Wise beyond my years...
I know I am a girl
Who tends to tell a lie...