Beautiful Nonsense

I made worlds collide trying to handle me,

I beg for mercy of his down low sexuality,

My favorite color is purple,

I'm focused on nothing but being your only attention,

The way my hips sway are hotter than tobacco sauce,

I bit off the sweet apple,

Now I'm sugar coated with prolonged thoughts of myself,

I wonder if we're match made on earth or Neptune,

It's seems I connect with vibes than people,

And what does me being unorthodox has to do with love,

I'm good at attracting opposites,

I can feel my spidey sense go off when I near danger,

That happens to be me looking through a mirror,

So many voices surround my head,

Wanting to chop my body from their tiny thread,

Trying to pick the locked door from hell's cave,

But always break just to get sucked back into a sinful trust,

The weather never lies about the world being so cold,

Including the people in it,

I kept the fluffy, curly, bouncy, luscious hair for a reason,

It's just to take my conceited conciousness off my body,

And keep my head focused.