Just BecauseSomehow I just can't believe the way we work so well.Yet the way things tumble around in my heart...Don't seem to match your rhythm.I want to tell you, God do I want to let it out...But the way you act sometimes....Makes me feel...Inadequate.I'm so young, clear next to your experience.But the way that I care, doesn't feel innocent.So please. Tell me you feel the same so I can stop this headache.This heartache.This stomach ache.And keep the pounding at bay.I just want to be close to you, to feeeeel your breathe.So will you let me?
As I Am. . .As a writer I cringe at my sad stories.As a photographer I see the world with sad eyes.As a poet my paper holds no backspace key.As a painter I meet my demise.As a singer I sing almost off key.As a model I pose with incredible ease.As a sculptor I'm a petite bourgeoisieAs a lover I hope to be your nomineeAs a lyricist I write songs from my soul.As a lady I have to treat you rightAs a woman I'm expected with birth controlAs a person I see pain that's out of sight.