You Tell Me
You tell me,
no you ask me
for all the poems that I have written.
The truth is though,
I can't and I won't show you.
For all the poems I have ever written
or the amount of countless words I have jotted down,
they all pale in comparison
to who you are
and what you stand for.
They could never express
the beauty that you are.
The personality with whom youve become.
So yes while you tell me you want to see them,
I could never allow it,
because my words are unworthy for your eyes and my poems are unworthy for your mind.