You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
