I'm having a
problem...

Deep forest green gives way
to natures soft subtle hues...

Changes at my work
have almost rendered me...

I've rushed headlong
into life at times...

You tease me about my horsey teeth-
neighing all the while...

Oh look at me, oh look at me,
don't pretend you don't see me...

Growing up in a small town
you get used to seeing others...

I have no right
to be upset...

Giving up on love
wasn't an easy thing...

I see you
most days...

You tell me that
I am beautiful...

He loves me.
he loves me not...