(2014)
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
