Roses are red daisies are yellow but the flowers are dead like,

The massacre that has happened in her spirit her heart has frozen over,

its an ice age she has lost her heart now shes out looking for

hearts to steal to fill in the space where her heart used to be

but no heart seems to fit sitting there slowly killing her self

she inhale the nicotine of that cigarette hoping that soon

the cigarette kills her before the empty sour loneliness does

Tragically love was the death of her now she has no emotions

nothing bothers her or makes her smile she has lost her ability to

feel now ....

She's as good as dead

-SAMANTHA QUINONES