Ode to Patrick's Back

May 22, 2012
By , I want to be a, MD
I don’t know who sits behind me
Nor to the left
Or to the right.

All I know’s that you’re
In front of me and
You dazzle in my sight

I don’t understand my feeling
It’s inexplicably strange
Like my logic is just peeling
I try to force a change

But there you sit oblivious
And talk with all your friends
My reason is amphibious
Cloudy forecast it portends

I highly doubt I’ll ever
Get the courage to let you know
Instead we’ll just endeavor
To make a fake, blank show
That neither has seen the other
As fate is meant to be
And yet quite undercover
I’ll love you secretly

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emmasue1798 said...
Jun. 6, 2012 at 10:54 pm
this is exactly how i feel love this poem so much! Keep on writing Emily! :)
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