I have no pretty pictures…
No sugar coated candies of any kind, no balloons of flight that tend to hold many lies…lifting me off the ground then dropping out of the sky…this is me.
As lovely as I may seem, pretty to the eyes of these and them of all kinds, men of thieves. Out for the very thing that I hold dear and try to protect, my innocence they neglect me,
Once again I sin for the approval of him and I am trapped once again! What in the hell was I thinking. She says to me, in the voice of despair you see, is all too familiar to me.
I have no pretty pictures…
Who is she over there? Yeeah her, you know the one, she always got her nose up like she cute but she looks dumb, well to me anyway. Can’t give a compliment without wanting something in return so her nose is in the air while she yearns for some real conversation, you know-the ones you can have without talking about her behind and focus more on her mind.
I have no pretty pictures…
Just a couple of photos here and there that I threw over there in that pile of lies called my life, don’t remember the day or the times just the strife. Why is that? I can remember the things that made me sad, mad and not the elated times I have soon often debated with? I always find a way to fill like this. It don’t matter no way because I have no pretty pictures.


La Tanya Cavazos