(2015)
Dedicated to my sister and our late night talks when this became my catchphrase.
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
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
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding