If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
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
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
