(2015)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see