630: Superstimulus

You tell so many stories while I’m here,

and make them so appealing to my ear,

and make them so appalling to my heart,

you are so good at parsing it apart.

You paint so many pictures while I stare,

and make them such that I want to stay there,

and make them such that I must turn to tears,

you are so good at figuring my fears.

You sing so many songs while I attend,

and make them all with sweet harmonies blend,

and make them all with your own cruel croon,

you are so good at singing a sad tune.

You give all that I want that makes me bleed,

you are so good at tugging at my lead.