Poems from Frances
You are the color of my morning coffee
You are the sand between my toes
You are the summer breeze
You are Saturday morning TV shows
You...
You’re gone--you’re gone...
They say there was nothing I could do.
You put the gun to your own head;
There’s no one to blame but you.
...
It started out slowly but then happened all at once.
I never thought this would happen to me.
I have to keep on asking my heart
If it’s...
The glass has shattered all around you
And you have no way of getting around it
You climb on top of the glass trying to be as careful a...
You haven’t seen me at my worst
You haven’t seen me with my eyes filled with tearsAnd my heart filled with hate
You haven’t seen my scars...