Poetry

None of the pretty girls in my choir class
Talk to me, is there something I'm doing wrong?
Face ID to unlock the real me
Writing poetry, close my eyes, it's you I see

Face paint on my lips and my cheek
Happy tears fall down from my eyes to my feet
Face ID to unlock the real me
Writing poetry, loving you silently

Is it the way I express my pain or the way I shake when I hear knives being sharpened?
Is it just me or am I crazy?
Or just maybe I've gone too far again

Trippin', fallin'
Kissin', stalkin'
Penetratе the mind with a knife and a smooth accent
Twisting, turning
Bеnding, burning
Memories like poetry, in words I write you follow me

Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want

Shouldn't be acting like this
Can I go back to being a kid?
Writing poetry in my room
And half of those poems are about you
All that I want is to see a knife gleam
Maybe one day you'll slice through the seams

Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want
Baby, you're all I want