You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
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
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
