(2015)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
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’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short