weighed

so.

problem of the day,

he can’t be serious.

everything is going well,

everything is in the groove,

until he sticks out his tongue in a joke,

happy he’s frustrated me.

mood-killer anybody?

if he were serious,

then maybe i’d feel and know what’s going on in his heart and head.

so wouldn’t it be awesome if i could read minds?

if we could all read minds,

sure we wouldn’t have any secrets,

but nobody would have any secrets from us.

you’d know exactly what to do,

what to say,

and when to do and say.

but that would take all the guesswork out of everything,

and that would kill the game.

but

i love the game,

i love the chase,

i love the thrill,

and most of all,

i love falling in love over and over again.