Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

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

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

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