Family
Write out my heart, take it like a cop
Let you tear it apart, tie it back with a knot
Judge me as an art, not as another flop
Love sounding as a harp, till the beating is at stop
Kiss me with your lips, let our bodies twine
Put you on the A-list, let you think I'm fine
Made to be your hit, made to not whine
I'm said to be a fit, yet the curve in straight lines
Soon we'll begin to rust, but regain the hope
But your skin will crust, and our souls will mope.
And loving you is a must, even if I have to cope.
All we need is some trust, so we can tie this loose rope.
