Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
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