(2015)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
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
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best