Smile for me.
Smile at me.
Sing to me.
Let me look at you.
I write poetry for you.
I write love for you.
I'll never read it to you.
All it is are sentences
That I wish I could explain.
Like how my stomach is infested
With those things we call feelings
And they take away my appetite
And that's all for you.
My poem for you is just sentences
But they hold more than words.
My poem for you isn't strong
It isn't clever
But to me it is
Because it is poetry for you.
I write poetry for you.
It is made of words.
And they are special
Because I write them
For you.
You are special
Because I do what I love
For you.
I write poetry for you.
I write love for you.
I write sentences for you
That I wish I could explain
But I can't.
