(2014)
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima