(2015)
Psoriasis
#Enfermedad #Piel
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up