Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

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

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

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

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere