PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Of all the things that I could do

Instead I sit here and write to you



I know it’s no use to try

But if I don’t then I would die



You are so different from me

But I wish you could at least see



My love is there and will not change

But for you I am too strange



Too strange to see, too strange to look

I wish it would have happened like in the book



You don’t understand, I don’t think you would

You never loved me, as if you could