Hey, tall brown girl You gave me confidence When my head was held low you lift… Hey, tall brown girl With those stallion legs

All types of writing has guideline… All poetry seems to have some sort… Vocabulary must be up to par, Each stanza having its specific or… The way I see it,

An overbearing mother Two overwhelming siblings And too much time alone Phone Taken Back up discovered

I must say, Being without a pen takes breath f… Being without poetry makes me feel…

I’m a caged free spirit I find fun where ever it can’t be… I’m petite and a little awkward Random in my actions Random in my ways

I guess it started a long time ago… Me giving away my happiness for a… I guess I never had an independen… and try as I may, I still don’t h… I still seek the approval of the o…

I am regretting many things What is there to find in apparent… There is nothing to explain unless… You don’t fall in love the flower… Thriving ..

It’s like nothing I’ve ever exper… It’s like being afraid of the unkn… It’s like bleeding out in the Pac… It’s just like free falling It’s like going out into the world…

“I’m done with those childish games. I’m ready to be with someone I can share my heart with,” he said. "I’m in love with you. I plan on marrying you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m set. I ...

I touch everything yet I feel not… But my life is not a blur I could say that I choose what I… I could say that love conquers all… Shattering every time they separat…

It’s like there is a whole part of… We crave love and endearing attent… So we dream We long, that one day fate will le… That the collection of doubt and t…

Every time I see you, there is so… Like the way your aroma gives me c… And how it feels to wanna kiss you… To wanna love you right but so una… Or how it hurts when you walk away…

More than words can say, I swear… A phrase so easily put into words… Even though the beauty of you illu… Even you shut your eyes and hide a… Even you choose to disguise

I’m walking with my eyes closed to… And my chest open Thought I’d feel the breeze throu… Making sounds like wind chimes Wanted to feel the warmth of the s…

Why is it so easy to write when I… Why do I love to imagine your ver… Why do I flash back to the times… Why is it that my wrist is breakin… And soul is aching while I write…