He said
exactly what is it that you are made of?

I pondered...... couldn't find the words to describe my temper....
I lash out against those that harm me with a verbal force
stronger than the combination of a tiger and a viper

He said
dear girl... Why are you filled with so much anger?

My anger is derived from my dissapointments
I was better in a past Life... and I know it
I dwell in shadows of my regrets
Things I should have left behind
Or things I should have had the will to say
Broken hearts I should have mended along the way.
Growing up generally happens this way

My feet hit the cement like two prisoners trying to escape
I run so fast and so far
Grimacing at the dull ache
The exercise seems to sweat the anguish away
My smile soon returns to my face, like the sun when the clouds are parted from a rainy day.


He said Girl what are you made of?
I answered him without delay.

Here are the ingredients for which I am made.
-Courage, (the firey kind. Also for which is most difficult in the forest to find)
-Bubbling Personality (Carbonated laughter, filled with sugary delight)
-Forgiveness (The biggest chunk of my heart is dedicated to this)
-Passion. (Hold me close, and bottle my happiest sighs to complete your potions)

Mix well. Storing at room temperature

Overnight you will have your Laura