15 Poem: Strange Things

Strange Things

I wish I were adept
at this kind of thing
to write you a song
or a poem, perhaps,
if that’s trite enough for you.

 (where is this going?)

I hope you know every-
thing you say and do
drives me into a frenzy
of hopeless analysis
(I used to think a+b=c

But you’ve turned my whole world around)
I can’t list out every-
thing I like about you
impossible or improbable
but look! There’s the weekend gone
and a 5 on my quiz;

I hope you’re happy now. 


there's another one! i really need to clear up my files more often

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