(2014)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
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 cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter