Poet of tacos

She skates through sour cream
In this dream she holds inside
Her mad love of tacos
She refuses to hide
Load them up
Make them supreme
She'll measure today's
To all that she's seen
The quest for meat and cheese
Oh it never ends
You don't like Mexican food
Guess you can't be friends

That's not Natalie

I woke up someone
I did not know
Tried to tell you
But you had to go
They are all their own
I can't keep up
Randomly popping in
Just to see what's up
I have to wonder
Which one will stay
My search for the constant
I change day to day
For once I'm okay
Spinning out of control
No matter where I land
I know you love my soul