Sometimes i write poems that weren't for you
words i painted red so they wouldn't be about you
Kept it somewhere, someplace you're unaware
But on other times, were caught up spinning into our world of conversations
In this world - everything is muted except my name in your lips
And i tell you about the poem i wrote for someone else
You read it, but those words they are very blue
And they are very much all about you.
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