(2015)
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again