**Again this poem is another one from 2009**
Silly girl, Pretty Girl
Why do you do this to me?
My mind unravels as roots, it travels up and down
Screaming, searching, for something found.
I want you however it may come.
I need to feel something constant and for this tree you have such a green thumb.
Hold me close, my leaves will never fall.
Kiss me how you want, I’ll shade you if you call.
My mind is now a tree, my thoughts branch off and from here everything’s clear to me.
You’re the one who makes me happy and you’re all I want to see.