Poet's Profile : Ana Weller

About Ana Weller

Just an average little nut case. :)

Soldier (2)

She cries every night and day,
Hoping her soldier will come home to stay...
Imperfection. (2)

My life; my own imperfection.
A little girl, living inside her self...
You don't know what it's like, do you? (2)

You don't know what it's like, do you?
To sit there everyday...

You don't know what it's like, do you? (2)

You don't know what it's like, do you?
To sit there everyday...
Black-haired, pale-faced, brown-eyed child.

Black-haired child,
You're running out of time...
Dusk, dawn, to midnight moon.

Dusk, dawn, to midnight moon,
His childish fears will be over soon...
One way street.

I feel like a misplaced letter,
Return to sender, return to sender...
Dear Suicidal me..

Dear Suicidal Me,
I'm writing this letter...