(2015)
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
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
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl