(2014)
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
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
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
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
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
