(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
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 am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
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
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
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