(2015)
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose