Freckled Cheeks and Long Blond Hair

They see her Freckled cheeks always blushing Long blond hair always dancing And delicate hands always tangled in yours But behind closed doors it is another story Behind closed doors it is a different scenery

Freshly Bloomed Flower

When a girl tells you she loves you, Hand her a freshly bloomed flower For when left alone and untouched It will lose its power It will wither Just like her love It will diminish But only a little faster


In all his beauty, He was nothing more but a tool Waiting to shatter her fragile heart And set a spark to the most heart throbbing poetry


In all her glory She was nothing less but an artwork Stung by a bee