(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
