Hmmm...I'm the person that makes you giggle at a corny joke, and I'm the corny chick that'll say "Aww, it's o.k", and try to give you a hug when your sad.....People are used to me being "the nice person" but now I've realized that it's getting old...and now I'm trying to love the people who love me regardless of life's heartaches and pains, and pay more attention to those who act in love instead of talking around it, so I don't take Bullish very well, so don't bring it to the table....i have wonderful friends that are very artistic.....and since i love them so much and believe in what they express...i gotta show you what they got....this poem is written by a friend who has prefered to go unknown.....(I love ya buddie!)Rib CabinetWhy lock things except to possess themGuard them, hide them, control themWhy have keys unless to unlock these barriers?Who possesses the key to unlock a heart?Once I saw a woman leave keys in her cabinet lockShe was fearless; she was a foolA curious man opened it upAnd underneath the tense musclesThe guarding rib cageWas a defenseless heartHe took itHe controlled itThen returned it but took a souvenirThe hole in her heart was gushingShe couldnt stop her love from falling outThey stitched her up but she told them to leave the needle inSo with every hug, every embraceIt stabbed her with the memory of the man who stole a piece of her heart.
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