Yes I will scribble down these words for you I will conjure up an illusion for you And you'll never even know I will splatter emotions on a page for you With disregard for lines Dress it up with metaphors like you do But you're so cold Dearly Beloved You're so cold. Wrapped up in someone else now I wonder if you remember the one Who loves you. Someone once told me You have to write letters to get them Looks like poems don't work that way.