My complaining is/
like a broken record. I/
think I should stop now.

There is so much good/
and beauty around, yet I/
complain about her.

This silence is heard/
oft. It should not surprise me,/
but it always does.

For whatever reason,/
unexpected silence is/
always confusing.

It’s been a long time/
since a crisp, clear morning froze/
my hair stylishly.

On mornings like this,/
my wish is for you to greet/
the dawn in my arms.

I am fun!
In more ways than one!
Or something.
Although on a night like tonight
it would be alright,
to get out of the wind;
invite me in,
and we’d play
the night away,
until the snow cleared
the following day.

I am DANG creative.
It’s how I live.
Try to keep up with me
and then you’ll see
how fun it can be
to be
with me.

Friends? I didn’t see/
it that way./
U looked at me/
and blew me away./

With jelly 4 knees,/
and a flame in my heart,/
I yearned 4 more,/
but knew not where 2 start!

I hadn’t gotten /
the friend speech yet. I guess I/
overlooked that part.

She calls when she needs/
professional expertise./
Why do I feel used?