This thing! Neither poetry or prose,
I wrote for a tender rose.
I only i could wear on my sleeve,
What i plan to write on valentines eve.
What that papa showed to me,
Til 16 years old then i see.
What families members go through,
I wanna start a family with you!

Then the fear of fear is i fear,
Is haunting whenever you're near.
Fear of not catching your heart,
Mistaking signs from the start,
Fear i can't let go,
For i **** you so...
Fear our house makes you alone,
A house that's a house, not a home...