Yes, You.

Yes, You.

 

All those times you cried, was it she who consumed your mind?

 

For all the people so unkind, I never really minded,

When you droned on and on,

And on and on,

About her greatness, her perfection, her sweet disposition..

 

And all the while you worshipped her,

I found myself falling foolishly in-love,

Everyday deeper,

In-love with you.

Yes, YOU.

 

And you had not the slightest clue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this many years ago...

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