Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo