“Why don’t you write me a love poem?”

I’ve tried
Again and again I try
But I don’t have the words
To write her a love poem

I don’t have the words
To describe what her eyes do in the sunlight

I don’t have the words
To tell her my heart races
Every time she looks at me

I don’t have the words
To explain how her smile,
Her laugh,
Her presence,
Makes everything seem okay.

I don’t have the words
To say I’d do anything for her,
That I’d go to the ends of the earth,
That I’d do whatever it takes to make her happy,

That I love her.

I’m just not that good a poet.

You dream of a future
You dream of growing up

Then you grow up
And you realize its no dream
It’s a nightmare

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m laying in bed,
And I’m thinking of you.

A knife in the back,
Years down the drain.
Yet you keep coming back,
A fresh round of pain.

One path in life
And you’re not on it.

The more they try to pull you back,
The further away you go.

Eventually they give up
So you walk alone.