She's Never Read My Poems

She has gone away But it's ok Tomorrow is another day I was a fool But now it's cool She sends me postcards every day But for me the hardest part is knowing That she's never ever read my poems I was her clown I made her smile She clapped her hands and I fell down But she is still my friend And that won't end I phone her every other day But for me the hardest part is knowing That she's never ever read my poems I took a word or two from Byron A line or two form Keats A smattering of Shelley and put my name underneath She'll never know I'm sending them today I don't know what she'll say She'll probably laugh and throw them all away But I didn't like them anyway