We took each other's hand and we walked down the halls
And noticed black ink, dripping down the walls
It crept up so close and leaked on my page
Now perfectly trapped, in a poetic cage

The words formed themselves as if their own mind
Had bid them to leave, and left them behind
I held up the paper and liked what I read
I gave it to you, but the ink had all bled

The black-blotted sheet, now firm in your hand
Was meant to be seen, and was in my demand
You were destined to read it, were destined to see
The words that described what I wish we could be

But they rejected your vision and left you confused
They robbed me of you, and I felt so abused
I took back the paper and ripped it in two
The paper that read "I'm falling for you"