Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
