The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
