Monday, October 17, 2005

What is this? I don't like it, I like it too much.

You've got me
staying up late
just for the chance
to talk to you.

And you've got me
when I should be
doing my homework
or cleaning my room
or something better than
just thinking of you.

And you've got me
singing your favorite songs
and I hate them.

And you've got me
smiling to see you
dying to touch you
living for your smile.

And laughing until I cry
and playing your words
over and over
and worrying about your happiness
and everything about you.

And I think I could hate you for it
if I didn't like you
so much.

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