Her
She is the constant image that runs in my mind
Like a kid on the weekend stuck on cartoons, I'd watch her all the time
She's my addiction and the one thing that I crave
Trying to feed my appetite for her is very grave
She has a way of making me chirppy
I'm always declaring my love loud, proud, and annoyingly like a birdie
If I lost her I wouldn't know what to do
Like being stuck in a mystery without any clues
She brings out the best of me in many ways
I am always glad to call her my bae
She always had me from the very start
And when I wake up in the morning in a stir
Best believe I wake up thinking about her