Danielle's poem

So my friend Jon wrote a poem about me which I thought was quite lovely...here it is

She’s heavy and she’s low
She gets up and she goes
She says, “Ya know…
All I need are looks and wine to get by.”
We’ll probably die in this design
Cuz round here we’ve got noses in books
but nobody’s asking “why?”
She says she sees colors in the rain 
and that no one can feel her pain
She snaps pictures with her eyes
Of the world she believes to be
High and dry
She loves Black and white
Because the colors don’t bleed
She says she died with Lennon
Back before she was born
And her lungs burn 
from these damn smokes
that whisp and curl in the night
under the fading street lights
and she goes on her own
because she knows
It’s gonna take more 
than these long white lines
To keep her on the road