And I'm writing this love poem,
thinking I know what love is,
I do, I've experienced it once,
but now I don't throw the word around so easily
But why do I want to say it to you so badly?
I'm not one of those little middle schoolers who say it at will
When I say it, I mean it
But I know I wouldn't mean it
This word 'love' its in my head,
and its the forbidden word
I'm not going to say it quickly,
and I sure hope you don't either.
