(2015)
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo