(2015)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
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
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman