When he plays he acts like Kanye West

When he preaches he speaks like JFK

So imperfect yet so untainted and fine

Luring me into the mess that is his mind

His vulgar lips spit for attention

While his middle finger salutes like a sword

I scheme for the top as I stare from afar

While he wears his girlfriends like diamond crown

Those enchanting eyes never look into mine

Yet I know the pure beauty they hide within

I know he enjoys a wonderful ride

I know I’ll give it like no one could

Baby, can I ever get to hear your voice

Singing your beautiful lullaby to my soul

Breathe into me a breath of new life, baby

Soothe my despair with your healing power

P/s:

This is my first time attempting to write a poem so that explains why I can't rhyme the lines. Anyway, I just need to get this off my chest >.<