There are rats in our ceiling
Yes I hear them play at night...

The last three days
I have been in constant check of the time...

Pardon, for the loss of freedom
For the loss of the smell of the ocean...

Your mind is a stack of all sorts of things
When you are asked you always have a ready answer...

To what form shall I compare Thee, my Lord?
That I shall be complete when I attempt...

When he walks into the room
my heart delights, though in a way suppressed...

Watchful-
for a twitch...

The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...

I hate what I'm feeling
I want to cry...

Starlight tears flowing from your eyes
tonight you are pouring them...

The problem with you
is that you are always right...

You don't know love
just like you don't know...