Late at night,
I found myself
Alone in my bedroom,
Reading your bad poetry.
Oh, to be it's subject.
To be written by you.
To be in your embrace.
To be the one you miss.
I can't rhyme
Even just bad words.
Nothing will be enough
To capture your beauty.
I adore your eyes—
They shine like stars.
I wish to be seen
Only by you, darling.
