Why is control a thing
Maybe I’m going insane...
The day you came into the world
Is the day I became a man...
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all...
A violin string calls
From a chord pressed...
She's not pretty like most girls
Of course, physically she'd have you entranced...
known quantity bereft of quality;
a name of little beyond its letters...
Son I'm writing this poem
When you at my waist...
Your words sting my heart
and imprint into my mind...
She walks alone
A shadow in the street...
Oh the winds they rage and rancour
and the sky is cold and gray...
I wonder if I've
accidentally...