A friendship is fragile but strong
It also is something that holds on...

I have to soften myself
I have to give out my zest...

Coldness is a permanent thing
It can't be removed by anything...

Once upon a time there was a poodle
Who dressed funny, and had curls like doodles...

When I see butterflies
I pray O God that I too may have wings of faith...

What I got is notes of simple poems to make you...
Its not much, but I hope you don't try to die...

Sitting by the lake
And seeing a cow or a steak...

A somber girl in a somber night
In the park, with a scythe...

Happy moments, memories, and flashbacks,
It is all I have to picture in my backpack...

I know I am real,
Because I have spirit and love...

Stars in the night,
Makes me to feel to ask...

Think before you speak
Or you might hear a leak...