I can never seem to write a happy poem
I don't know why I just can't do it
When I write my hands they grow numb
and sometimes I feel I'll never get through it
But then came you and you gave me this
This endless feeling of shameless bliss
You fill my heart and make me whole
It almost seems like that's your goal
to steal my breath and make me shiver
you lassoed cupid and stole his quiver
I can't quite shake it this thing you do
you make me want to spend my life with you
Those pale blue eyes like a swimming pool
that crooked smile of a royal fool
yet you make me laugh and you make me cry
and to this day I don't know why
Is this called love or is it something new
It started out small but it suddenly grew
This feeling’s too strong, too real to be fake
Yet why does it feel like a giant mistake
You don't love me and I know it’s true
so why can't I help loving you?
I suppose this is why.
I answered my question.
That's why I can't write
I need a happiness lesson.