you must be the cynosure

after whom the crowd run

but if you shatter these

four chambers,

mister famous,

if you disdain,

this uneven face,

if you damp,

these parched eyes,

and overshadow me

with ill-rooted lies,

I am warning you,

my words will give you

even more woe.

because this humble soul

which can compare you to stars,

won't take a minute to

bury you under her scars.

- warranium