I want to be with you all the time And that bothers me The fact that it bothers me bothers me also It bothers me that some see you more in a day than I see you in a week I spend to many hours wondering if you jog or your favorite color And wonder if you ever think about my exercise habits or favorite color
I look back on these poems and see that I have come so far. I am no longer bothered by you now. - older cass