You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple