You were special
Had a way with words
Words ya see get you into trouble
Say the wrong thing and you won't get a text back

There was a time before me
There was a time where the land would meet the sea
A time before the bird nest was built in the tree
A time before I met you
A time when I wasn't the one you bumped into
There was a time before you two

Roses are red
Violets are blue
A poem with four lines
Is way to short for you

So I will continue
Till the lines reach
to the ends of the page
Or maybe to Santa Fe

Or I cut it short
Before my words turn into babble
I thought I'd be better
With all those years of Scrabble