I wrote you in my poem, and its lines were screaming your name, i wrote you in my poem words of love I’ve written about you and on my papers flowers bloomed. I wrote you in my poem and between the lines i lost my sanity, clarity and your lies took my virginity-were you ever there, or was i just high?
I wrote you in my poems and said you are my infinity, but you have always been my terminate. I wrote you in my poems and for words written about you i promised to give my eternity. I wrote you in my poems, till my ink dried and the papers cried and for you my soul died. I wrote you in my poems and between every letter i gave you a kiss hoping my words would never be a mess, but my heart from your words was long missed.
I wrote you in my poems and never wrote between my lines the end nor goodbye, i wrote about you like the sun writes the moon’s light and like the moon writes the stars to our sky. I wrote about you and said there will never be a goodbye. but the day you said goodbye a tear from my eye came and my heart got broken without knocking the door nor saying hi.
I wrote you in my poems and between my lines i lost myself and for you i would’ve killed. I wrote you in my poems and with my words you made choke, i wrote you in my poems and with my ink you wrote my end. I wrote you in my poems and loved you with every word.
I wrote you in my poems, and in my dreams you lived but in my awaken you were never meant to be mine.
I wrote you in my poems and drew us an endless world, for only to wake up and find you leaving without shutting the door behind.
Bittersweet love 