A poem is a little path
That leads you through the trees...

They tried to explain,
As they tried to keep us tame...

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion...

If the sky above seems cloudy,
And your are left out in the rain...

It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their cry. The dark one...

When i was seventeen my boyfriend had
A Harley Davidson. That summer i loved...