The words she wanted to say
the words he wanted to hear
the the hurt I made...causing her to tear
the times I made her smile
the times I made her hurt
the times i traversed many a mile
the times she yelled because I flirt
the places that make her moan
the bath when bubbles foam
the pain I've inflicted on myself
the torn pictures on the shelf
the way you smack my ass
the innocence you show
the smile and nudge when we pass
the way your beauty will always glow
the disappointment making me cut
the shyness you know in me
the way when you kiss your eyes always shut
the way I begged with a final plea
the way I shattered on the ground
the clothes you wear
the way I'm lost now never found
the way you said you cared
on and on this poem can go
on and on I will never know
just what she meant to me
