If I could write you a poem to make you fall in in love, I wouldn’t because thats the easy way out.
There isn’t a problem getting you to give in to my words, but there’s no guaranteed way out.
If I could write you a poem to make you want to marry my every thought, I wouldn’t. Id rather you pay a penny for my 2-sense like everyone else.
Re-establish my sadness to being mad, reminding me why I deserve to be happy.
If I could write you a song to make you tolerate my attitude, I’d be mad at you.
I’m not suppose to be the only one arguing, a relationship is built for two, and your silence is the anchor holding us down.
If I could write you a poem to make you into the man I want to love, I wouldn’t because then…
Then it would be no fun finding each other.