My bleeding heart
Feels no comfort...

There's a thin line between right and wrong
An open space of opportunity...

Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye...

Beauty to the eye
The eye to the beholder...

If life was a Beehive
And we all got along...

I'm the smallest link of chain
Out of the whole entire bunch...

I mesmerize with thoughts and words
Bring tears of surprise to your eyes...

In a World where shadows
Remove the sunlight...

Tears of heartbreak
As plentiful as dirt...

Dreams are taller than rainbows...

I'm a freshwater Bass
And I have a Big Mouth...

Im just a dogwood petal
That grows on a tree...