Fickle+Thoughts

I said to myself That I’d stop writing about You. But I haven’t yet, And I wonder Why?

You may be sweet, You may be fun, You may be perfect in every way, But does that mean I like you? Yes

No.

You are just a thought To pass the time In math. And to pass away An hour before sleeping.

You won’t see this poem (probably) So I feel free to write.

No I don’t Like you. I Might Maybe Possibly Just Love You. As more than a close friend.