(2015)
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished