Sometimes when I lay in bed at night,
Staring out at the hazy light of the moon,
I wonder if you think of me as I think of you.
I wonder if you believe in soulmates.
I'm not even sure I do,
But if I did, it would be you.If you did, would it be her?
Of course it would,
You wouldn't think any differently,
Even if you had the chance
You'd always pick her.I admired that about you,
I admired a lot about you.
From the sweet tone of your words
Down to the worthy way you appear to others,
You have always remained a constant state of mind.I can't help but just wonder if you'd ever pick me
I wonder when I eat, sleep, breathe
I wonder about you anywhere I go.
Do you ever wonder about me?Of course not.
If you truly believed in soulmates,
She would be yours.
And I would be stuck here,
Stuck with the thought of you being mine.
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I Wonder : Short Poem
PoetryWhat the title says, actually. I think this would count as a poem but I'm not entirely sure, going to call it that anyways.