The world of you is what I think

Even through your pile of shht

You still never stink

Fountain of shallow tales

His sails will never sink

We’ve blocked the paparazzi

Past of Digital Lovers

To me,

The Carbon Copy

Our trance tells our story

No need for words

But I can feel his worry

So to his savior I immediately hurry

Superwoman with no cape

Thief of love replay the tape

Left handed lover

Wrote out of shape

& For all of those that can’t relate

This is a story of self love

So it may not resonate.