| untitled poem I think you’re out there somewhere
With your green eyes and short hair,
But not too short. And your sense of humor
And artistic abilities.
I know you’re somewhere right now.
Or maybe not. Maybe this whole love thing
Is just a fable. Maybe I’m the only person
My age who still believes in love.
Did everyone else grow out of it?
Have I been waiting up for Santa
All these years?
But, no. I know that you’re real. Somehow.
I cannot even believe in God,
But I believe you’re out there.
And if I ever meet you, it will feel
Like every other time
I thought I was in love.
__________________ I hate everyone and everything seems stupid to me. - Randal Graves |