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

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

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

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

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

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

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

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

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

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