It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...
I saw the moon
the other day...
thoughts stand behind forts,
so tall that they forgot what a...
She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...
It's not your OCD
when you like things...
These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...
A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...
I know he has a list,
And I know he checks it twice...
I haven't really flown
in so long...
Lub dub... lub dub... Lub dub...
You quickly became the drum...
Each shallow breath that
sneaks past my lips...
You are my Delilah
And you I love so much...