Love letters..
Love Letters
They say its trouble that leads to more trouble
You see my heart has shattered and I look amid the rubble.
Searching for something that’s hard to find, and to me? Unkind.
Ah, pay me no mind; it’s just something on my mind.
Oh, let me explain that she is a Lady, albeit a little crazy.
Ok, a lot crazy, but still she made me.
So I can’t forsake her totally, but why forsake her?
I really don’t hate her; I just want to date her.
But she remains inaccessible; aloof; uncouth.
So I say what’s the use, she has no ruth.
Obsessive and she will remain nothing less
She can love her style of dress, or want to go west.
This obsession is her dark side, this girl is deep.
You can ask Pete, but he’d call her a creep.
She’ll sneak out late at night, knowing it ain’t right.
Then she’ll fuss and fight, do you understand my plight?
I understand that this is Vogue, so watch the story unfold.
If the truth be told, one would say love is cold.
Blind? Heck no! That girl can see
Can you see what love has done to me?
Whistle with glee this melody,
Cause you can see what she’s done to me.
This affair of the heart seemed to alter.
The step of the knight often faltered.
Cause she seemed too Elusive, but everyone else had her
I would call her a creep too but it doesn’t matter.
But it did matter ‘cause I want her for me.
And she’s there, somewhere beyond the sea.
But alas, I remain stateside, I’ve canceled my cruise.
But instead composed love letters and sent it to you.
