(2015)
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
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
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
