(2014)
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly