I thought I knew writing, was always so sure.
A come before B and he before her
And full stops were best and where commas should rest
Now every line feels like I’m failing a test
I thought I knew music, I knew I had skill
Each pitch and each note with my range I could kill
And wavers of voice, now no longer my choice
The songs sung before have escaped from my voice
I thought I knew colours, could name every hue
Could tell every Lilac from purple or blue
Now I stare at the walls and my vision just falls
I see no more colour when pacing the halls
I thought I knew artwork, yes all this is true.
Knew music, knew writing, knew lilacs from blues
Was sure of it all, yes still this is true
I knew who I was until I met you.