My number one.
Writing poetry is difficult, specially on request...
I'm lying here alone crying.
Thanks to *You* I dream of dying...
Nobody in this universe could ever spell
'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...
These hands of mine, are worn and done
the math they held, was more than some...
Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...
Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...
My eyes are propped with matchsticks
I haven't slept for weeks...
You were almost four
when I came into this world...
A Raven-ous croaking;
echoes of haunted...
Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
...
Please try not to worry,
you've conquered it once...