(2014)
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
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
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
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
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate