Her heart Was like a stone Put on display It was heavy It was cold But it was firm He'd made them All believe She'd always been this way The truth It was always him But she'd finally learned Everyone Was shocked When she left that day But it was No surprise When the tables turned She finally left When there was Nothing positive to say She was frightened But she was tired Of getting burned She left For she was weary And felt all alone She left When her heart Finally turned To stone. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016 (www.dizzydezzi.com)

Friendly Is the smile On the mouth Of a familiar face When you walk Into a room. Friendly Is getting a gift From a person Whom you didn't Believe even Liked you. Friendly Is the tail Of a wagging dog When he sees You at the door. Friendly Is getting a hug From someone else Who needs That hug more. Friendly Is sharing a meal With someone Who cooked it From scratch. Friendly Is knowing There are strangers Whom will Always have Your back. Friendly ~DizzyDezzi (c) 2016 **www.dizzydezzi.com**

The wind Is like the voice Of Mother Nature Making the neighborhood Aware of her mood The leaves Seem to dance around Wistfully Making my heart Feel good Sometimes The wind It whistles Or sings A mournful ode Sometimes The wind Howls Fiercely As it blows Around the snow I like to listen For the wind And every song It sings If you listen Carefully You can tell what Mother Nature May bring. ~DizzyDezzi (c) 2016 **www.dizzydezzi.com**