I Used to Write Poetry for an Englishman Video (MV)

I used to write poetry for an Englishman
During summer days I cried in ways I wish he'd never see
But I still find myself thinking of that other me
Kissing my boy along the campus greenery

I used to write poetry for an Englishman
I helped him pack the car the night he left
I used to write poetry for an Englishman
I should've told him all the things I thought could wait

Now I find myself praying myself to sleep
Singing someone else's songs
They don't belong to me

No more poems to write
I've forgotten how to cry
Nothing to compose
Just prayers to recite

I used to write poetry for an Englishman
He wrote me back with kisses on the page
Father Warner grabbed me by the collar
In his eyes I saw his moon and my changing tide