(2014)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
