Let the pressure build,let the pressure build,let the pressure build!I do my best workunder pressure. Plan out what you would say if you only had the chance,then waste your only chance.And tell your self that no one ever listens,no one … Continued
We make our homes beautifulto sell them.And what about ourselves?
There she is, so fast asleep.Her arms are limp, her head sunk deepupon the sheets. So let us keepthe lights down low. Don’t make a peep.Just catch your breath and let her sleep.
We found your pictures in a box.After all, they were not lost.Your bright red hair, your sweater vest–it seems you saved your smile best.
I am a woman full ofagonizing empathy andwelling convictions,and I don’t know what to say or do.
Each woman that worksat the pet food storeweighs about two models,quite possibly more.She swings fifty pounds of chicken feedlike nothing to her shoulder.I think “You’re beautiful and strong!”Maybe I should have just told her.