(2014)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
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
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up