(2014)
#Doctor #Healthcare #Hospital #Sickness
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
