The One Where I Use Someone Else's Poetry To Express How I Feel.

Dear Lover,

If mixtapes were still around.
I'd compile you up a good one.
Brand New Key by Melanie to start if off.
Because it states it without stating it too clearly.
So I don't lose you after the first song.
Maybe a David Byrne and Cat Stevens one in there.
And Joni's Carey.
And so on and so on.
Until I end it with Van Morrison's Madame George.
Because despite all the theories about Van's lyrics.
I know its merely about the loves to love to love the love.

And you would listen to it.
In your room, all alone.
With your Cosby sweater.
Hands crossed behind your head.

And by the end.
You would know.
Just how I feel.

Love,
Me.