I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

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

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters