At first I wanted to sing you a song
It was a great plan until I recalled
That I really can't quite sing songs at all
Then I decided to write you poems
Sometimes I can really write a great gem
Alas my mind did not want to write them
Well hey, maybe a piece of art would do
That I could draw, possibly give to you
But I found my art skills were lacking too
A simple letter was next in my thoughts
Something original, catchy, not bought
And yet all the right words couldn't be sought
Well crap, maybe I should tell you straight out
Rock at your window and give you a shout
But really, I'd rather not go that route
So I decided to go with my strengths
Force out a poem, I hope with some length
And maybe with luck, it won't be too rank
So I hope this doesn't come out too bad
And this dedication won't make you mad
You're the greatest stalker I've ever had
You're definitely better than the rest
I just have to say, DT, you're the best
April 2011
Place of Poetry
Seeing as I use this account more than my original, Blair Phoenix, I figured I'd move all my poetry over to this account.
"The world is not beautiful, therefore it is."
I am male. Sorry to disappoint.
I am male. Sorry to disappoint.