(2014)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist