My False Idol (Make Me Feel...)

My False Idol

When you look at me,
I'm filled with nerves,
A shaking hand is all it takes,
And a shaking heart is all that breaks.

When you kiss me,
I melt inside,
It is not some metaphoric explaination,
No it's a innocent imperfection.

As you leave,
I feel everything crash,
If you come back I'd stop screaming your name,
It's like a prayer and you're to blame.

As you look back,
I'm smiling like the cheshire,
There is no idol who comes close to you,
You are sin, innocence and you just keep pulling me through.

Poppy-Jayne
11-7-10