As old as rhymes

I'm lying here in my bed,
With my sketch book in my hand,
I want to write, draw something in it,
But I can't move..
I want to write something about you,
make all my dreams come true,
pull us together like the strongest glue,
but something doesn't fit,
there's nothing more to fight nothing more to keep
I want to sing for you,
I want to make you smile,
But I can't,
Cause you won't stay here more than a while..
I saw your face yesterday,
And I knew I was still hooked,
Something about you keeps pulling me back,
something about you makes me look!
I've fallen for you to many times,
there so much that wasn't said,
there are still so many signs,
but I can't do it anymore,
cause this poem is as old as rhymes..