I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
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
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
