When They Asked Me What I Wanted

If Only I Can Find Him... The Man Who Will Be Intelligent, Yet Physically Magnetic And Personable. If I Can Offer That Combination, Why Shouldn't I Expect It In A Man?

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.

My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such A Death.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?

Let Me Sit In A Flowerpot, The Spiders Won't Notice. My Heart Is A Stopped Geranium.