(2015)
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
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
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times