(2014)
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Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying