Poems from Dee33

Look at Me, What do you see? Do you see me, Or the me I choose for you to see? I can be the wall-flower, Or I can be the life of the party...
Words flow from my lips But they are meaningless. It's my eyes that tell the story, My heart that  plays the aria. My body dances the...
(poems go here) Why I do I write? I write because my heart burns. My heart burns as I try to survive, My heart burns as I live from day to...
Perfect is defined as being entirely without fault of defect. And you have the nerve to call me such a word: Such a word carries weight,...