Happy and wistful,
I wrote it for you.
While reminiscing of our time together,
I wrote it for you.
Maybe I screwed up;
Maybe you screwed up.
Either way,
I wrote it for you.
Do you like the song?
I wrote it for you.
Do you feel my soul
Amongst the blots and lines?
Do you hear it?
When I sit at the keyboard,
I remember you.
As the music flows from the tips of my fingers,
I think of the reason
The music comes:
I wrote it for you.
(Disclaimer: I never dated the person this poem is dedicated to. He simply deserves a poem of this nature dedicated to him. I was inspired by Yiruma's "May Be.")
YOU ARE READING
Behind the Brown Stars
PuisiThis is a Never-Finish type of anthology; I will probably never publish it as a "finished" work and I will constantly be adding to it. This is poetry that just sort of happened. I hope you like it. :) Also, bold-italic font is an author's note.
