Flawless

People would kill for this
To be able to call you theirs
As your presence comes
You fill the room with countless stares

Not even one word
Has came out of those lips
En yet I still wish to touch you
And grasp on to your finger tips

But to everyone else
I am ignorant; blind
These feelings Ive had
Are too much to put behind

Drag me in baby
Leaving me wanting more
A painful pleasure
Turning my heart sore