What brings us together,
Will pull us apart;
For there is no winning in love
When only one, has a heart.

When you say forever,
I'll have no reply;
For you're trying to be clever
With words I hear, as a lie.

I arrange these messes of letters;
Trying to express feelings and thoughts.
Twenty six letters do not suffice
To describe some states of mind.
No metaphors, or similies, could portray
The hyperbole, of self induced dismay.

That magazine you keep on your shelf,
That you haven't looked at, more than twice.
It holds all of my sympathy,
For I know, of what that felt.