Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses