(2015)
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench