Kamis, 11 Maret 2010

Think. A poem.

People hear "I'm single,"
and think:
'That means she's searching.'
But why can't it just be "I'm single"?
Why can't it just be that. No other questions.
But people keep asking who you like.
And tease you once you tell.
And threaten you with that knowledge.
Maybe that's why we keep our hearts sealed so tight.
Because people take things as a joke.
When they're not.
So I just think:
'I don't like anybody.'
I am fine by myself.
But I know that's not the truth.
I wait.
For some boy.
To steal my heart.
And I'll call out:
But it won't matter.
And I'll think:
'Screw being a good samaritan.'
And I'll let that theif take my heart away.


Please let me know what you think!

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