I\'m addicted to you
I\'m intoxicated by what this is
And I don\'t even know what it is!
But then again, this i know too well,
you\'re not everything that I wanted.
The artistry of your fine face is like an art, an art too beautiful to stare but not to buy.
But I won\'t lie, the poems you constantly write with your hips is all I\'ve always wanted to read. They say something must kill a man, right? Let your waist be the end of me
Seeing myself in the screens of your clueless eyes, You painted me like the Saint, the Saint that I\'m not.
I\'ve seen your soul through the windows of your eyes and I\'ve lied, Kemi, you deserve better
with me, you\'re just another conversation, a moment of bliss, a banter to pass time.
and like the rings in-between the fingers of thanos, it\'s time to find my infinity stone.