(2014)
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
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
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
