(2014)
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
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
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
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
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up