Monday, March 14, 2005

A Year Late

I could have written this a year ago
I didn’t though.
Sometimes, from somewhere,
You appear to me
Where you come from
Where you go
I do not know
It makes me think now
What if we had stuff to talk about?
If maybe somehow you would open up to me
A whole new world to see
How would that be?
I must say that I don’t mind
Looking at you is easy on the eyes
Your eyes your cheeks
Your mouth your teeth
You work you read
You dance you ski
You don’t know it, but you are perfect for me
You are just what I need
Too bad I am not your type
Ah yes Caleb, welcome back to real life

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