there must be something wrong with me
to make me see how this could be
to make me see all I’ve missed
even after all the times we’ve kissed
there must be something wrong with me
to make me feel these feelings
like chasing butterflies to the ceilings
there must be something wrong with me
for me to say I love you
for me to say I hope you love me too
maybe there’s nothing wrong with me
maybe this is how true love can be
and now that I’m happy I can see
that all that is wrong with me
is all that I want it to be
all that is wrong with me
is you
This poem was very sad. I like the way it flows off my tongue and just smoothly ripples into the soul.