I have nothing to put on the table
I know you don’t want a label
Should I keep paying you attention
While you stay feeding be this *******
I’m young and I’m clueless  
An old soul
A hopeless romantic
I admire your beauty
I lust for your attention
You twiddle me
Between your finger tips
Those long acrylic nails
I love when they gently scratch my skin
But I hate how I can never win
Do your thing
I’ll fall back to the shadows
I’m better in the dark