I am writing a poem
To properly explain...

I told you i liked you
and you kinda forced me to answer...

Who I\'m i
who is you...

Mystery man
is hardly seen...

She is full of pain
finger nails painted black...

I wish he couldn't sleep
with out thinking of me...

When he speaks of death
he speaks the truth...

At your face
is what i stare...

I think of you night and day
even thought you know me...

Sorry for the tears i cried
that should of been yours...

As days get colder
we slowly age older...

The Beatles
have for ever...