I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould