By Arcassin Burnham

...Would be genocide,
I'm talking to you like a simple man should
When he has feelings of self-love and your the
Only one he's dreaming of,

....Put me in a casket filled with cut out hearts,
From the angry souls that didn't get a kiss
Or to cop a feel,
God bless their little shriveled up corpses
You could be caught or make a deal,

A feeling is a feeling,
It'll go away soon, but your touch,
I feel,
I love so much,
The thought of having you here would be a
Treasure in itself just taking its toll on
Another human with mental states,
And with all these feels I can't shake this
Feeling that one day you'll leave and send
Me a thanks  for making you the happiest
Woman alive,
But you said that we'd both survive,
You said that we'd be alright,
You said death will never split us apart
And not even life,
You said.....
Alot of things that blew my mind,
When you left I was terrified,
Not loving you Would be genocide,
I'm talking to you like a simple man should
When he has feelings of self-love and your the
Only one he's dreaming of.