(2014)
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
