If You Pluck Out My Heart To

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

You Know What Lies Are For.

And By The Way, Everything In Life Is Writable About If You Have The Outgoing Guts To Do It, And The Imagination To Improvise. The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

You Walked In, Laughing, Tears Welling Confused, Mingling In Your Throat. How Can You Be So Many Women To So Many People, Oh You Strange Girl?