Dear Sir, I don't know why,
but this is a new feeling...

Love is such a stupid thing,
and yet, we can't live without it...

**I found this poem like 2 days ago, but I wrote...
Isolation's better...

Sometimes, with my head on my pillow,
I dream of colors unseen and morbid things...

"Why would you do that?" You may ask.
I thought I hid it well behind my mask...

The last chord
The final note...

I can't wait to hold your hands
and feel your warm embrace...

On that morning, I see things were foggy,
But maybe if the ladies hadn't been so amazed...

Audible only to God
my mumbled prayer...

A trail of boredom
Across the state...

Lord, let me sit quietly
and pray to turn correctly...

Once again,
struck about the head...