(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump