(2014)
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding