Passion is beautiful perhaps

Not all with one quick breath

Snickers where thoughts fly

Where the cliqued set souls

But in love I’m always me

From all the mind's swirls

Life is like a petal of verse

Is often envy's green fields

Style’s simplicity is the key

That really eases the lips

As it dances with open eyes

Though individuality is simplistic

And snarls flowery words down

Then they flow in cold winds

The rage shall twirl inside

Will understand shimmering light

Encouraged by peers that show

Into rooms one cannot win

Your nature is too complex

That does not like imagination

 And soft poetic splendor

Across the scent of communication

The arrangements that roam through

Politely say that do not tell anyone

Simply a bitch cannot love anyone