Song you like,
It's about her.
I know you think of her,
When the song sings love,
I know you wish she could know,
What those words want to say.
I know that you don't know,
That I know it all.
And that's why you told me
Its the song of your heart.
You think its okay,
You think its cool.
But how can I be okay,
I know I'm still a fool.
Cause only fools fall for you.
Only fools fall again.
How could you not know?
Why can't you figure I'm obvious?
I know it all,
And if why is the question,
Your eyes speak to me.
Your eyes don't know a lie,
She might've seen your eyes,
But she never spoke to them,
She doesn't know your eyes,
And that's not the unfortunate,
It's me, I'm a screwed up mess,
Cause I do, I fucking do.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
