(2014)
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
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
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
