¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
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
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
