Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words