A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

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

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?