Sitting down after work so much easier with you talking not of the day but of the night and how it seems to be new and tends to be ours back and forth I go on emotions and back and forth you follow me wish I could thank you for all that you've done my heart you have won all of these thoughts that i keep hidden the ones of you i let fly free i'm never sure they work to potential i'm never sure they came from me stop rhyme, stop love, stop everything this poem is different because it isnt a song just an oddly timed letter that i never send one i'm constantly writing but you've never read.