Yummy, eat an apple,
They are crunchy and so sweet...

I'm not the girl, who waits for a boy,
To bring me happiness, love and joy...

I look in the mirror
To see a girl staring back...

The gift of information,
Of knowledge and beloved clues...

I hurt so much when I cried that day,
Time for me for me had gotten away...

For Elisha
The sound of your voice...

I don’t know what his name is,
or the colour of his hair...

All morals are thrown apart,
In bagging others they find glory...

I feel it eating the essence of my life,
Taking my mind...

The one to hold you safe and warm,
The one to protest you through the storm...

It all started simply,
A sudden dumb decision...

There is a huge path ahead of me,
So twisted, rough and long...