Liza Jane

I don't write to please
Only to put this need at ease

I don't write to please
Only to put this need at ease

I can't force my poems, spontanious as fire
They flow in when they desire

Like emotions, they never seem to dim
It's my job to scramble; keeping up with them

So they are not a loss of time
To view my work I won't charge one dime

All my hardships are not my demise
This life I live is such a prize




Alto