Saturday, July 25


This is what I think about at 2:30 AM... I need to go to bed!


Sure, I've got options
But I don't want options
I just want you
And I want you to want me
I don't want to have to keep up
Keep track, keep trying
With the same results
Nothing much
Nothing more...
I have choices
But I don't want to choose
I want to be chosen
Because, if you're being choosy
I want to be able to say
And mean
That the things I want
and need
and deserve
are one in the same
They all have the same name

1 comment:

DynamicDiva said...

Love your poem! I think we've all been there but what can you do.