Pretty words would come easily
If this heart of mine was whole
But there is nothing dainty inside of me
Since that night you threw out my soul

A pretty little poem is nice to write
Everyone loves an enriching verse
Well excuse me if I'm not quite all right
And my lines are cold or terse

Pretty words come painfully
To the one from who you stole sense
With nothing left in a broken girl
Where am I suppose to find eloquence?

(2000)