I wanna hear a poem about that night she turned you down,

What you wanted, what she had planned,

Your love for her, that you know she has for you too.

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem about the phone call,

You got while you were in that church,

That you didn't answer.

How did you feel when you got the news,

That on the same night she turned you down,

Her date turned on her, but this time with a gun?

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem about your love for her,

Your anger and hatred for that "Son of a Bitch" who hurt your "Baby Girl"

About your pain, your plan, your actions.

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem about the night she came home,

When you stayed on her couch after joking around.

About the moment when that night turned to hell,

When the cop was shot, there was a chase, and he got away.

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem about when you came back

And found her terrified, crying, shaking,

Holding that gun ready to shoot.

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem about you taking her in your arms,

Telling her "It's gonna be alright.",

Her fear exploding to tears that stained your shirt as she sobbed,

And your response to her pleading question she asked through tears and sobs

"Why is this happening to me?"

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem about your love for that computer wiz woman,

Why you go to such lengths to protect her,

Why you call her "Baby girl", and flirt with her 24/7,

And why nothing else matters when she is in danger.

I wanna hear a poem.



I wanna hear a poem.

Explain yourself Mr. Derek Morgan,

Because I don't understand your relationship

With Miss Penelope Garcia.

You have heard my poem,

Now I wanna hear yours.