(2014)
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely