untitled no. 1

This poem was written as a song, for someone who left inexplicably. 

"unititled no. 1"

You were so sweet,

looking at the stars with me.

But now I see, 

you aren't what you seem to be, anymore. 

You were so sweet, 

like the sun after a storm, 

Now all I see, 

is you disinterest in me. 

So tell me do you love me, yes or no?

Do I make your knees week, and you eyes glow? 

Baby, do you need me in your life?

It'd be nice if you could show me a sign. 

You were so sweet,

Writing songs just for me. 

But now it's clear, 

those songs have probably disappeared. 

You were so sweet, 

but, when I fell for you, I scraped my knees

on the concrete,

of a one-way street. 

So tell me do you love me, yes or no?

Do I make your knees week, and you eyes glow? 

Baby, do you need me in your life?

It'd be nice if you could show me a sign. 

You were so sweet,

like the milk and honey in my tea. 

Some things are just meant to be. 

Thought it'd be you and me.