Unsure
Though I want to be with you,
I just don't know.
Sometimes I believe that there's a chance
A possibility of a future
Degree in one hand and ring on another
Picking out where we will reside
Returning from work to see you
Maybe having children
Just as long as I'm with you.
Yet I question if that is possible.
Will the interest remain?
Is this feeling just temporary?
Why bother in the first place?
But this bother is why I'm still thinking about you.
This poem is about:
Me