She Wants
You know shes no good
just look at her
Shes sly like a fox and wants
Love no matter what the cost
M.S. Morrison
The Smoke And The Flames
She moved like a whispering wind
Sang like the falling rain
Lived her life painted with the blues
Died in the smoke and the flames
Her music lost in the final frame
M. S. Morrison
Poetry Star 