Waiting for a delivery can be very frustrating. I don't know about you but do you feel that when something is going to be sent to you that you believe that you must be very low down the list on the drivers list? It's a short poem. But means a lot to me.
This is a poem I wrote while I was living with my brother and sister-in-law. I uploaded it on a blog and I've gotten a few comments. Hope you like it :)
A Red headed girl went to New York City for her modeling career. Once she got there she realized how wrong she was about modeling and was pressured to work under a contract. The red head starts to release stress by cutting herself, but one day she went too far and was found dead in her bathtub.
A sonnet of affection to the individual who transformed me and filled my darkness with the shades of her grins. A goddess whose touch transcends one's presence to divinity. _NK