she is one delicate bad mothafucker...
"don't look at moi" ...she often says
I don't wanna look but in my mind she stays
hard as steel, soft & sharp as roses
she will make you Jesus, carry the crosses
a soft calm beauty with a razor's edge
you best don't cross her, her cousin is revenge
heart shaped box & ice frozen deep chest
a wall of bricks she wears as a vest
so damn beautiful! you can't even imagine
so damn beautiful when she is sitting besides me...
a poem written and thousands to write
pizza half eaten and a new website
a smile, a hug, one day at the time
a soul in ascent just reaching her prime.