May 11 2011
Can’t Read You
I can’t read you.
Do you like me?
Or are you oblivious to your actions
and words?
You always want to hang with me.
Looking out for me when I can’t see trouble.
Teasing me often,
but in good humor.
You help me achieve goals.
And help me find what I need.
You confide in me often.
And can make anything a joke.
You always ask what I want to do.
Always laugh at bad times.
Even when you irritate me,
you still make me laugh.
But I don’t know of this is just friendship,
or something more…