Ran Out of Room
I wrote down I love you
Didn't expect you to be the one to straighten me out
No not straight in that sense
I promise half of this wont make any sense to you,
but the ink is true
It's partly your favourite colour,
and that's blue
Oh that's blue
I wrote down
I love you
Then I ran out of room
This always happens when I'm writing about you
This is always the case when I'm writing about you
Didn't expect you to be the one to straighten me out
No not straight in that sense
I promise this wont make any sense to you,
but the ink is true
It's partly your favourite colour,
and that's blue,
Oh that's blue
I wrote down
I love you
Then I ran out of room
This always happens when I'm writing about you
This is always the case when I'm writing about you
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
All work is copyrighted, and is my own.
Comments (1)
Great poem 👏