I think I'll write a happy poem,
All filled with happy cheer.
And try to push out of my mind,
The thoughts of you, my dear.

So I'll write of flowers and birds,
And quiet moonlit nights,
Still I won't think a thought of you,
Instead I'll focus on the lights.

I'll write about strength or hope,
And about surviving wars,
But not once will I think of you.
Or about those broken doors.

I'll talk about surviving school,
And sealing up my scars,
Still I refuse to think of you.
As I put my heart behind it's bars.

I think I'll write about a boy,
Who to his love stayed true,
But all that does is make me think,
Of a boy a lot like you.

That didn't work the way I thought,
And I guess I think too much,
Cause I can't put you from my mind,
But you're just too far away to touch.