Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
