(2014)
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
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
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
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important