Until today, I’d never expect,
To write a single line about you,
All I gave you was plain respect,
Ok, maybe a little more, it’s true,
But all you were was a nice friend to keep,
Who’d have thought I’d think,
About you every night before I sleep?
I can’t even wrap my head around this,
My hands are shaking as I write this,
My heart is beating,
I have this shaky feeling,
It’s hard to type another word.
Just yesterday, my explanation
Would have been it’s simply cold,
But now I’ve had this revelation,
If the honest truth be told,
That this entire poem,
Is about you.
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