These seams of forgiveness
are coming undone...

Here I sit staring at her
the girl in the mirror...

There she lies crying to herself
Wishing she could be someone else...

Those three little words mean so much
You don't know how many times...

I read a poem that took me back
to a guy I once loved...

Your the sweet guy with the spiked brown hair
You give me hugs to show me that you care...

Tears are rolling down my cheek
as I listen to you speak...

I feel dark and abused
Like a molested butterfly...

Poetry is what I do
day or night, no matter the time...

She picks up a black rose
that was left by her love...

Captivated by a wind swept sea
the powerful rush against the beach...

Love I will never feel
sad and lonely...