(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
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
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
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
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca