she holds a power over me and she doesnt even know it.
the power to end my loneliness
or at least my aloneness.
no birds are a tweeting
in the ovens of my mind.
i am putting all my hopes on a silly teenage girl
obsessed by her own sexual power over me.
i am frustrated by my desperate powerlessness
my complete failure to attain self-love and contentment
this is a difficult road
by the side there are rocks and stones
they are cast in a shadow by my sun
and covered in darkness when the moon passes over its face
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