I'm dragging out my lonesome days,
Flirting with all the attractive women I don't want,
Because what's so good about just looking,
When saying hi with a smile,
Lets me see another thing that reminds me of you,
(And some how you're closer to me)
Your modest smile, almost nonchalant,
Like you didn't know I was in love with you,
Even when I say it twice in one sentence,
Tell me, are you like every other woman,
Or is every woman only an incomplete version of you?
I thought about you today, one hundred and forty four times,
(Every five minutes or less, more or less)
I saw less than a dozen pretty women,
And I know now none of them could be better than you.
This folder
im enjoying reading your works in this folder. I like the name as it is also mine. And this poem written two years ago, two days before my birthday. Anyway I like the poem... It's sweet.