I feel like a fraud
Because this image was built up around me
As if I am this thing to be admired

Now this was the doing of others
But I encouraged it
Because I was desperate to be different
To be special

The spotlight was on me, so I took it an ran
As if that one chance was a shift
And from that point on I was a breakout star

But one moment doesn't change a thing
And just as quickly as I was brought to the top
I have been knocked down

And I feel like a fraud
Because others had to work hard to earn
What was once handed to me

And the second I felt what they did
I cried and complained
Instead of learning to earn my place

His voice was deep and low
Very low
I can't paint a voice
But if I could
It would be dark
Midnight blue
Dark
With a hint of light
And an edge of red
The paint would blend like golden honey
Thick, sweet and sticky
With intoxicated headiness I could only imagine what his moans would taste like

what is it about me
that others can't seem to keep?

All I know
That I was drunk
By the hallucinations
Of your looks of your touch
Of your soothing mystery
I didn’t know much
Yet I know
That I loved you
With my heart in rich force
Mingled with yours
You overlooked
You never bothered
And here I’m
Waiting again
To be touched to be felt
To be known again
In a land
Of your mystery looks

My mother is a piano
A little out of tune
Dusty keys
That play with ease
Ivory as the moon

Sometimes I’ll touch the wood
And admire its antiquity
Think of all the things that it
Ever dreamed to be

Sometimes when my fingers
Fly through a song
I wonder how this piano
Ever got so strong.

My mother is a piano,
She makes music out of air,
She answers each finger
With an embrace, with care

Her legs planted firmly
in the ground
How much I love to hear
her deep, rich sound.