The true meaning

Stop reading
I don't want you to read this
You wanna know why?
Cause the truth with you is always a miss

You always think it's about him
But your so wrong!
Oh please oh please,
Tell me how long

How long do I have to do this
Not telling a lie
But at the same time not the truth
But I guess I have to try

You think I still miss him
That it's the meaning in my words
Because it's in my poems
The words are barely heard

But I guess
That I don't really matter
Cause everything you say
Just makes the meaning shatter

The entire truth is
It's about a boy I really miss
And my only true friend
But here's the real point it this

My poems are my feelings
That I can't say out loud
My poems are my life
That don't utter a sound

My poems are my mind
My hopes and my dreams
And if I don't write
I swear I'll just scream

So when you read my words
Just think about what
Don't think about who
Cause when it comes to my poems
I swear you have no clue

Dedicated to R.L.
Written on November 20, 2005