(2014)
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow