Called her last night and i read her a line from my favorite book of poetry and i, i started to cry she asked me what was wrong don't worry, it's not you, it's me i never knew half the stories told to me stories like the sun is blue and i, i never knew half the time i spent with her i wish to god i spent it all with you she called me last night she read me a line from her favorite book of poetry and i, she started to cry i said what's wrong with you she said don't worry, it's not you, it's me well it's plain to see every time you look at me you wish to god it was her with you well i never knew all the time you look at me i wish to god i gave her away from you see my baby now all the poetry is written about you somehow and every time i read the little line of poetry i just think about just you and me she called me last night and we talked for what seemed like the very first time and we, we began to see life is too short to run away from everything, she reads i don't know what you've done to me i don't care anymore, can't you see i just want love, just want love it's not hard, just let me know because every time i read a line from the book i realize the poetry, that poetry was written bout you and me all this poetry is written bout just you and me