You must have heard it
A million times

And I think to myself
Could you not take a hint

Or did I leave something at the door

I must have
As you held it open

All I was thinking
Is

Then what

And all you were thinking is come in

I miss your poems
Words that I hope are mine
Feelings for you are still inclined
Obviously can't get you off my system

Lately, my words are for you
These words that I kept hidden
This world is only my freedom
And I'm not saying this out of boredom