everyday
a million things
roll through my brain
recollections of actions
review of overview
but especially the
next time i get to
see you
there are so many ways that
you are wrong
you do not fit the mold
you do not try
it makes me think
of just exactly why
i would not want this
to me youre not worth
all that wondering
i want something official
but then i remember how
i get through my days
seeing you
feeling you
being right next to you
and then i am
and there are no thoughts
and elation pumps through my body
this is what gets me through;
our mismatched perfect fit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem