I find it hard to peep out of this shell,
constantly under this microscope...

You're so cute,
I could eat you alive...

So I want to write a short poem,
dedicated to yours truly...

Dear Heart,
It's time we had a little chat...

If it weren't for my parents,
Where would I be...

I've got all this anger inside,
and nowhere to let it go...

Poor as a beggar,
I lie wounded on the road...

I stare at the honey comb,
with its bees buzzing about...

I'd like to clear out all the air now,
it's just that I have no idea how...

You left me,
and my life was filled with a sudden darkness...

To open a window,
and see a blanket of white...

'Tis true I hate the way I can't look into your...
but that's not because I hate you...