(2014)
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
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
