(2015)
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection