Tuesday, March 1, 2011


I feel like sometimes,
I don't even want to bother with you
because what are the chances that you even like talking to me.

But then you'll crack a joke,
tease me when I mess up,
or complain about our homework,
and I don't know what to think.

Maybe you're confused,
and think I'm really cool.
Or maybe you're delusional,
and think that I might be attractive.
Or maybe you're just polite,
and every day I make a fool out of myself.

Guess I'll never find out.


No comments:

Post a Comment