I'm writing you a poem,

it's the only way I feel.

That I can somehow show you now,

the way in which I reel.

My feelings seem to show up well,

in poems that I write.

And face it babe it's one sure way,

I cannot start a fight.

You could say that I'm feeling down,

it seems to me that way.

My head is always working out,

it never seems to play.

I know by now that you will think,

that I'm a piece of dirt.

For all the times I've picked at you,

and really made you hurt.

One day you'll see I mean a lot,

you'll stop being so mean.

That sounds like contridiction,

but you'll know by what I mean.

I hope you know I love you hun,

I know you sometimes let.

that little heart think that I don't,

my heart will not forget.