Joti Heir
My feelings I did know not
Just magic is what I sought wrought
In you I founded it not
But I tried to create in you my bot
Of course you are not my bot
So it didn’t sticker though
I say thank goodness for it
But you are a sticky dough
Just when I think you are gone
You enter with your putrid flow
Old times I was a weak sought
Now I forted my heart
Entrance in there is not
My me is a wicked bot
Come again besot
My defences will quash dot
Reborn is my thought
And in it you exist not
Best wishes
Love me bot thought
