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.
