The Song Of You

I was humming that song yesterday,

The one that you shared,

The one that I didn't like,

And mid-lyric I realised,

How I still don't like it,

And how I still can't stop singing it,

Because maybe if I didn't realise,

The subconscious did,

That it missed someone,

Unconsciously but evidently,

Making me sing a song,

I wouldn't normally do,

But since it's you,

I do,

But only because,

It's you.

I still don't like the song,

But it's you.