Her depth. My words are her rain at night. Candy sticky sweet. Sugar just to become addictive. My hands idle but my eyes never leave you. Those blue eyes drown to poetic view. This fire the way I make that fever slow. Steady drip. Just raindrops. The way you get shaky hands for the next line. Telepathy the way I'm lost in your pretty little mind. Got that love on your brain like a tattoo. Sweet sticky sweet the way dreams play the keys like chords on your heartstrings. It's something in the air. The way you can't forget I'm that hero in the dark alley. I'm that poetic chill that doesn't leave you alone. My words sweet sincere to the bittersweet point of I'm on your brain. Love is blind. Yet you are the sweetest habit to me.