(2014)
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
