He wrote her a poem

He wrote her a poem.

He wrote her a poem confusing his love.

He wrote words that would make you,

Want to be his.

He wrote her a poem.

He wrote her a poem the words running,

Though her head over and over.

He wrote things girls could only,

Dream boys would tell them.

He wrote her a poem.

He wrote her a poem and gave it to her.

He watched as her face expressions changed.

He looked at her hopping she would,

Feel the same.

She looked at him.

She looked at him and scrunched up the,

Paper and threw it over her shoulder.

She walked off and left him there.

She left him there,

His heart tearing in two.

He wrote her a poem.

He wrote her a poem she threw away.

He wrote another poem of the pain and misery,

She made him feel.

She held it close to her.

She held it close to her and cried for days.

She broke his heart and threw it away.

Now he has somebody else he writes his poems to.

Somebody else, who appreciates them.

Who holds them close to her.

He wrote her a poem.