I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
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
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times