Favorite Book Of Poetry
called her last night
and i read her a line from my favorite book of poetry
and i, i started to cry
she asked me what was wrong
don't worry, it's not you, it's me
i never knew
half the stories told to me
stories like the sun is blue
and i, i never knew
half the time i spent with her
i wish to god i spent it all with you
she called me last night
she read me a line from her favorite book of poetry
and i, she started to cry
i said what's wrong with you
she said don't worry, it's not you, it's me
well it's plain to see
every time you look at me
you wish to god it was her with you
well i never knew
all the time you look at me
i wish to god i gave her away from you
see my baby now
all the poetry is written about you somehow
and every time i read the little line of poetry
i just think about just you and me
she called me last night
and we talked for what seemed like the very first time
and we, we began to see
life is too short to run away from everything, she reads
i don't know what you've done to me
i don't care anymore, can't you see
i just want love, just want love
it's not hard, just let me know
because every time i read a line from the book
i realize the poetry, that poetry was written bout you and me
all this poetry is written bout just you and me
Libro de poesía favorito
La llamé anoche
y le leí una línea de mi libro de poesía favorito
y yo, yo empecé a llorar
ella me preguntó qué pasaba
no te preocupes, no eres tú, soy yo
nunca supe
la mitad de las historias que me contaron
historias como que el sol es azul
y yo, nunca supe
la mitad del tiempo que pasé con ella
deseaba a Dios haberlo pasado todo contigo
Ella me llamó anoche
me leyó una línea de su libro de poesía favorito
y yo, ella empezó a llorar
le pregunté qué le pasaba
ella dijo no te preocupes, no eres tú, soy yo
bien claro está
cada vez que me miras
deseas a Dios que fuera ella contigo
nunca supe
todo el tiempo que me miras
deseaba a Dios habértela quitado de encima
mira mi amor ahora
toda la poesía está escrita sobre ti de alguna manera
y cada vez que leo la pequeña línea de poesía
solo pienso en ti y en mí
Ella me llamó anoche
y hablamos como si fuera la primera vez
ey nosotros, empezamos a ver
que la vida es demasiado corta para huir de todo, ella lee
tú no sabes lo que me has hecho
ya no me importa, ¿no lo ves?
solo quiero amor, solo quiero amor
no es difícil, solo déjame saber
porque cada vez que leo una línea del libro
me doy cuenta de que la poesía, esa poesía, fue escrita sobre ti y sobre mí
toda esta poesía está escrita sobre solo tú y yo