I know that you love to read all about me
The notebook you found and read almost nightly
You thought it was his but those songs were all by me
I wrote them for you but you walked right on past me

And that was me who sent those flowers to you
The card inside was made by a fool
I spent far too long, a day maybe to
Writing the perfect words, a poem from whom

Anonymous
A poem from whom
Anonymous
A poem from whom

And you play this game
When someone loves you
It’s anonymous
A poem from whom

I think about how happy I’d be
I shrink to the side too shy to say anything
You sit down beside me I’m about to speak
But I decide not to regret the rest of the week

I wish I could tell you how I feel

I decided today that I’d talk to you
Right away when I first got to school
Sat down in class but you were not there
I never spoke or told you how much I care

So I whispered the words to myself instead

So this is me hoping that this finds you
The poem enclosed was made by a fool
Who waited too long, a year maybe two
Before I found my words and I lost you

I know that I’ll catch you waiting
Standing alone and anticipating
Close your eyes but the memory’s faded
So stay awhile and we’ll recreate it