(2015)
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos