(2015)
Dedicated to my sister and our late night talks when this became my catchphrase.
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers