A curveball strikes out writer's block,

A curveball in the form of you,

And I just, just can't get enough,

Of this metaphoric baseball game,

It's too enchanting to ignore.

And I am swimming,

swimming alone in the ocean,

I'll tread water until I'm worthy,

Worthy, of your touch,

Worry, I worry I will never be enough.

The stars fall around me,

Your eyes, your eyes they engulf me,

As I get into your car,

And I hope for this ride to never end,

Because you're a drug,

And the biggest trend,

And I can't help being attracted to you.

Maybe you'll help me be beautiful.