i guess i must admit
a lot has changed
within twenty-four hours -
i never expected
to want you.
had you asked me
just last week
if you were my type
i would have told you
well, you could be
but there's
someone
in the way.
had you asked me
just last month
if i would date you
i would have said sure
if there weren't
someone
in the way.
had you asked me
just last year
who you were
i couldn't have
answered.
but if you asked me
tomorrow
i would say
you are my
life
you are
always
on my mind
you are too
beautiful
you are
too much for me
not to have.
if you asked me
tomorrow
if i'd date you
well, then,
i couldn't answer.
i'd be so shocked
that you want me,
i think my heart would
stop.
if you asked me
tomorrow
if you were
my type,
i would ask you
"how could i want
anyone
else?"
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
