(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
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
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado