"I used to write poetry,
poetry about you,
but now not even poetry can express what I feel,
because your words hit me like a warm wind on a cold autumn morning,
and your smile can brighten the darkest of days,
and your laugh.. oh your laugh is so contagious its all I hear in my dreams.
but what makes it hard to write, is the possibility that this is all in my head.
After months of talking everyday there are still moments when I begin to wonder if this is worth my time at all.
Because your interest in me sometimes decreases at the times when I need you the most.
and your life all of the sudden gets too hectic to reply to a simple question.
But just as fast as the feelings begin to fade, they return along with you.
Which makes this all even more confusing.
So yes,
I used to write poetry,
poetry about you,
But now not even poetry can express what I feel."