All The Tangerines

-this is a song rather than a poem, but I figured I'd put the words up anyway-

A heart, like money, is just no good to lose
I wrote you some words, but you were unenthused
and all of the tangerines are bruised,
but they're just fruit and you're just you

I painted you flowers because you knew me well
(tell me everything about yourself)
You taught me to dance and tricked me out of my shell
(they make it look harder in the movies)
then again sure, I tricked you too
but you're just you, and I'm not bruised

You may be wonderful
and I may find you magnificent
but then again, you're just you

Winters, like willows, over us loom
(I hope it gets better when it rains)
You told me to grow and I told you to bloom
(that always happens in the movies)
You know I love you when I give you room,
room for you just you

You may be wonderful
and I may find you magnificent
but then again, you're just you and I'm not bruised

You may be marvelous
I may find you exceptional
but then again, you're just you
I'm not bruised