Arsehole

Listening to the music you played
To me
The highs and the lows
Of the notes
Plucking on my
Heart strings
Wondering over my skin
Goosbumps
Rising on my arms
Hairs standing up
As it shivers down my spine
God
You are so fucking hot
Yet your heart is as
Cold as stone
Show man
 Is what you are
All for the purpose
Of letting others think
You’re genuine
When really you truly
are
Just
An
Arsehole