Poetry: To free the mind to which it all creates,
To free the hand to which it craves...
The walls are too cold
The walls are too high...
Can I trust you with my heart?
With what I cannot say...
There's a time in a girl's life,
When the truth remains unknown...
I do my little dance,
and I sing my little song...
A loaded gun and silver tape
The only things left in my room...
My feelings are like a ship
They take much time to halt...
Roses are red and violets are blue.
You thought I was in love with you...
This poem is based on a part from the book...
You're such a tease
The way you look at me...
Not to be restrained
To be free without limitations...
I love it when it rains
no one can tell if I'm crying...