Favorite Book Of Poetry

F C Called her last night G And I read her a line, from her favorite book of poetry F C And I started to cry G When she asked me what was wrong, I said, "Don't worry, it's not you, it's me" F C It's fine to say G That everything you've done to me has been excused by you F C Now I know that's its plain to see G Every line I read to you is coming from deep inside of me F C She called me last night G And read me a line from her favorite book of poetry F C And she started to cry G When I asked her what was wrong, she said, "Don't worry, it's not you, it's me" F C It's plain to see G All these stories told to me are false F C And I know Oh G She's telling me lies, telling me lies like hte sun is blue F C G sooner or later its come to pass one of these poems will have to last F C G Sooner or later, she's gonna have to come to pass F C This poetry G F C G F C I called her last night G And we finally talked for what seemed like the very first time F C So I start to cry G Seem like we don't know each other no more, and these words they F Describe you to a T C Telling you about me G It's writen verse by verse, line by line, just you and me F C G and I just wish I could describe with my pen one day done throughout the time F In these books of poetry C G F It seems like its all written just about, written just about her and me C G All this love poetry, good and bad F Written just about you and me C G