You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...

Afraid,
The darkness closes in...

I have no possesions,
I am stripped bare...

Here I stand, Brown hair, Green eyes,
Height : 5 '7...

Massed produce poems,
Win an award or two...

Big girls don't cry,
Had something in my eye...

Try and make me wear your clothes,
You try to tell me...

Maybe my life isn't important,
Not rich but not to poor...

When the setting sun glows like a deep red rose,
And the wind stirs the troubles inside...

Christmas is coming,
I don't really care...

When you look at me,
What do you really see...

I met a girl with hazel eyes,
A talent and a dream...