Authentically the tulips grow in the garden
I am forever the little princess dancing on paper
For my whole life I\'ve been filled with words
And I pour with such passion
Therefore I am dancing in my feelings
Oh what an elegant night to be alive
Such poetry glances through the peak of lenses
It travels in my heart
And flows through my veins
As I walk the green mile as a savage,
A savage beast that bites no one
For I am tender at heart
Yet hilarious with my remorse,
How big am I to capture such grace?
God dance with me in the heavens above
For I feel such love
My harness carries me through the midst of storms
Put a coat on me
And I shall be warm...
Behold the dancing roses that grasp the tulips
With such wholehearted understanding and truth
For what is poetry without the wraths of youth?
I shall dance with my love
With the power of the pen
And I will die for my art essentially
I will write a thousand words in my confession
For my confession is youth;
And to Sylvia Plath, I would love to confess
That my heart is dark in so many ways
And I have thought about dying on the fritz
But you have changed my life for the better
As I write these songs, daring to be bold
I hold my love in the air
Hoping for someone to save me--
For God is a person through my soul
And these words that I give
Bleed harshly and tenderly
Through the body of my eyes, I bring faith
For the vision is obscure through beauty
And my beauty is relentless
Throughout this journey
For my heart knows my personal traits
And I am a dead poet
That has risen from the grave
And I dare to be brave.