(2014)
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
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
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
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
