{This poem is a parody of the Raven, a familiar...
Midnight Snack...

I won't forget your birthday
and I won't forget to call...

When, instead of thanking God for making me...
I spend an hour at the mirror trying to fit in...

Radiant in lucency and splendor
The lake sits glazed beneath the placid haze...

Body shaking, stomach aching
mind and body undertaking...

My life is now the death of me; to wake is to...
Those who mean the most to me are those that I...

All of this confusion...
I'm trembling inside...

I watched the shadow of the sun
and in it i saw you...

I wake up every morning
A brand new day to me...

**the poem "White Rose" is much more...
She woke up with a headache on a morning in July...

She woke up with a headache on a morning in July
Her hair was being stubborn and her clothes just...

My soul is worn away
My eyes are bleak and faded...