Mi querido,
te amo...

I don't fit his cookie cutter vision.
I am too much dough...

I am internally bleeding
I am strong, independent...

There is an angry scent
of alcohol in the rugs of these floors...

So beautiful the memory
brought on by mere scent...

A million steps
heading to and fro...

If you're sorry
be sorry...

My heart pauses
only to pray...

And they tell me
she's fleeting from beauty...

Tell me, love,
what's on your mind...

I'd like my tokens of time
returned neatly into my pocket...

The mind- it races
don't believe me...