My life is my poetry

my words are flowery

i had wish you could get that

and love that about me.

My soul is not for sale or not to play.

Sometimes I just feel they want to steal it from me.

Is that what you want for me?

My mind maturing like wine

My thoughts growing fast like orchid

I remember when I was just a kid.

And my love was your benefit

but I will no longer admit.