Butterfly Kisses
Tied Up Hair...
Desolate heart as filled as empty could be,
Broken and still looking for the pieces...
In a flurry, a whirlwind
being tossed from side to side...
Take now a moment,
And enter my mind's eye...
My dreams consist of nightmares,
Things I shouldn't see...
This poem was written to make those who have...
An empty canvas; Ill paint it red, with...
I am your master,
magician...