(2015)
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele