Girl LOOK AT YOU

I met this girl she thinks she’s attractive
At first, I didn’t notice a thing
Now, hell, how did I go from that to this unbelievably captive
She thinks when she walks by the sun it Is still the same
I know It has taken it's light from you
But there’s no way for you to notice
I think that’s such a shame
I met this girl she convinced me that “always the poet never the poem” isn’t always true
But did she really mean that?
Or she was just trying something new
I never understood her words and I think I still don’t
I always review them all, but this time I won’t
So, yeah, I met this girl her paintings are so dazzling
I found out that she’s an artist like me
She sketches the strangers on the street
And I secretly write about her in spring
Our worlds are so much apart, but yes, we both like the color red
She didn’t even bother to ask my name
While I want to wear her Initials on a chain round my neck
I look out the window there’s no hope to find
So I picked the petals she loves me or not
Yes, I met her and she made me the poet I am now
But where did she disappear? No one knows
So I try to forget about it somehow

I don’t how I don’t know why But I did love you I DO LOVE YOU

I guess it’s a habit, you say, you don’t do
You vowed to step back but now you’re breaking it in two

does anyone else ever feel like they have completely lost their intelligence to depression like i used to be so passionate about reading and writing i adored knowledge and id spend my days analysing the latest book i had fallen in love with, now i can barely read a cereal box

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