1741.

He coats his love in
pity and then laments the
tides as such sorrow.

1740.

A weight's balance, set
to continual tipping.
A cynic's wet dream.

1739.

I keep forgetting
about the burden that comes
with his attention.

1738.

If only my mind
could literally create
my reality.

1737.

Some introverts live
in a rich inner world that
exceeds the outer.

1736.

Everything comes
at the brain's direction so
the heart should follow.

1735.

If only you could
choose on whom your love would stick.
Safety in picking.