(2014)
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
