Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

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

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

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