No this ain't supposed to be a composition for ya
It ain't even close to a dedication to ya
It's not even a post to describe ya
Not even feelings to expose, not even a boast to ya
No, it's not happening, Project Rachel's relaunched
No, there wasn't no Elliryanna Angel I flaunt
There wasn't no partners in my life before
I know it bores you in this story, you snore
But if you don't read, you readers ain't gonna know truth
How am I expected to brighten my youth?
Wait, why am I rhyming again and again?
It's like I'm doing it in vain, and in the honor of pain
For entertaining and explaining, let me tell you it ain't
It is love in my veins telling my brains to contain
All these feelings I believe it's too easy to sustain
And I'm gonna maintain, but I'm actually going insane
Love's inhumane, I need to retain to retrain
It might be a bad thing to have my brains strained
It is a fucking sad thing to have my veins slain
And I'm not complaining, I should die respiring butane
I don't know how many songs you'll be on
I guess a thousand and beyond
How many beats do I have to write my shits on?
How many songs would be titled "Yvonne"?
I'm being stupid acting like it's cool shit
To write about you in my music, I know this is bullshit
So if it does not flow to you, let the river I cry guide you
It's my words that show to you, with love, joy and pride too
Last stanza to express, last chance to confess
I'm not obsessed nor distressed, it just ain't my finesse
This poem isn't for you to walk away impressed
I drew these words just for you to lock away my depressed