keeper

i got bad habit and everyone of my friends know about it 

suck at keep secrets and i am the worst at start friendships 

but i think thats why you like with me , that i dont my secret - keep 

i like your eyes they remind me of something sparkly and how they always shine

wonder if they only shine for me , probably not - try not worry a lot because i bet a lot of cool chics likes you here and i dont even like beer - i just like my teddybear , yeah i feel so awkward when i fell in your arms , straight out that wheelchair but i love the fact i got the best , BEST CARRIER AND PROBLABLY  the best doctor - not that Hannibal Lecter - type ,

 no you just know to appreciate a sick and lure the demon 

make me wanna sin but i know its just an fragile dream 

i been kisse by the reaper but i also been told told by God i am an keeper 

swear this will be the last poem about us but everyone know isnt true 

being half dead makes you forget who it is to living 

but you did 

i was lookking for an long way out and you made me me pour heart out

its took a long ting until got a feeling but now i am dancing on the ceiling 

if i had them - but i get hooked on my poems instead