Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see