Your mind perfectly deconstructs the works of my body
Your drab brown eyes only see wrongs of all sorts
Apparently a turn on for me
That pessimism versus my enthusiastic noise
It is a given how your fingers point out every ‘needs of improvement’ in me. Fix that in three days.
Ows? As I submit to your powerful command.
It is amusing to have that personality
One day, we’ll see eye to eye
How this spiteful symbiosis completes us
Your need to destroy then recreate
And my desire to enjoy and act them out
I love this
Building bricks and laying more blocks
Making me infatuated with you
Hey, you have made your way under my burnt skin
Injected yourself into my blood stream
I know this won’t do you any justice
You are a stubborn cynic
The only floating skeptic
Who denies most of what I’ve said and done
Here and now you have propagated a hectare of garden of likeable ideas in my head, ha!