I know it was never supposed to be us.

But look at the universe. And have you heard the stars?

The rumor is they talk about us when they pass by us and even Mars.

I know; stop using planets and stars to make up rhymes.

I can’t help it, baby; I’m stuck in my past times.

Okay, I’ll stop rhyming for a bit; maybe I can make some sense.

I just can’t believe I keep waiting for you to see me; how could I be so dense.

Alright, I said no more rhymes; I think that’s the final one.

But when I get on my poetry game, I’m like you and me; there’s no way I could be done.

I guess I’m just beating to the sound of some old drum, but dammit, you’re supposed to be mine. I know you’re the one.

I understand; maybe you’re not, or the timing isn’t there.

I just can’t believe I was born in the universe where your life I can’t share.

Sure, we shared some laughs, some good times, even some bad.

I just think I’d like you more as I get older, and I’d love to keep making you mad.

Maybe all the signs are correct, and I’ve just been choosing to ignore.

I think it’s just that life without you is so boring, and you know how easily I snore.

Usually, I’m not a fan of being a fool, let alone for anyone.

But you have me on a hook, baby; I swear I’m like the dummy that goes out to look straight at the sun.

I have been to many places and seen many faces, but you’re the one I dream about and admire.

I know you’re not the one I’m looking for, but I’m so cold, and a fire is a fire.