Boom

You're absolutely perfect, how can't I adore?
And I know that I'm not perfect so I must be a bore
But the point here is.. what I'm trying to say
Is that I could stand your perfection if you would just stay

You don't know about my shit poetry
I don't know if you even want to know me
Whatever I guess, I'll get over it soon
But when my heart explodes take cover for the boom