I like to deal in numbers.
Hard solid facts that no one could argue with.
'Cause I can't manipulate words, and notes and pencils,
Like you can.I like to deal in numbers.
The satisfaction when you reach the finished answer.
'Cause I don't know when to finish a story, or I give up half way through,
But you don't.I wish I didn't deal in numbers.
And could be as creative and encouraging as you.
That I could bring a smile to someone's face in their darkest of times,
Like you can.I wish I didn't deal in numbers.
And could be there for someone when the sadness is closing in on them.
And make them see the little speck of light in the darkness that surrounds them,
Like you do for me.I have to deal in numbers.
Cause that's all I'm told I am capable of.
But as I'm sitting here in the loneliness I wish that I,
Was as amazing as you are.I wish I could write you something worthwhile reading.
To make you feel as worthy as I do in just one paragraph of your emails.
But I can't.And I wish I could send you a billion calculations.
To prove how much you mean to me without sounding like a soppy git.
But I can't.So I guess this will have to do.
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Creations
PoezieA collection of Poems that have been created due to my over active brain at night.