Friday, April 11, 2003

Setting out to write a poem
To you that doesn't sound
Needy
Or obsessed
Or totally insane for you
Is really harder than it would seem
Because I will admit
I am a bit of all of those
Though hopefully not so much so
That you don't like it
Or me
Because then where would I be?
So this is stupid
And in conclusion
You really are the best thing
To come along
Since sliced bread.
Better, even.

No comments: