- Musings on a Thief -
- Choices, and Friends, and More -
i'm thinking of a lot of things
at night in my chair
but my mind (mysteriously) mostly mentions you.
and oh of course i'm thinking about you,
did you even have to ask?
and i don't even know where my mind went to, i can't think of anything:
my work, my art projects, my schoolwork are ignored.
somehow, you took over. and like a detective
i want you to tell me how you did it - (how you stole my thoughts).
i know you want to answer questions that i have
but you don't.
and that's fine
i never really expected you to.
and are we really just going to make faces
at each other all night? (another question, there we go again).
of course half of the time
i'm saying that you're making a face
and the other half i'm hiding mine.
all i'm really doing is waiting
waiting because i've already made the choice
and i'm just waiting for you to make your choice
you've already made the choice to steal my thoughts
(and you've done it very well) my question now is
what are you going to steal next?
Isnt this poem amazing? I read it all the time. I could quite possibly love it though because it was written about me by a published poet with a lot of talent :)