Well she turns around and leaves this dream
Walks out the only door...

You're standing in this unknown room
How you got here you don't know...

You ask me what I dreamt last night
I don't know if you should know...

I'd like to start this poem off with a question
Cause I don't understand...

Do you remember a time?
When no poems were about you...

She could be in your arms
Or maybe miles away...

What if she hurt me?
Hurt me like the rest...

Not another love song
Or another book to read...

If looks could kill
My dear, I'd be dead...

New poem, new character
Let us call her Jane...

Pencil is not writing
But what can you do...

I like you, but
You don't like me back...