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. 

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