My mind wrapped around a pretty puzzle
Maybe this is a poem about me
Or a poem about you
This is the poem of a befuddled left brain
I find you irrationally beautiful
Investigating your Rubics cube eyes
What will I find
Amazed at your supple maze
Dazed and confused
I cant find my way out of your stare
You dont need me
I need you
This love a riddle shared between friends
So here I sit on the end of the bench
Waiting for coach to put me in
Waiting to play the game
Waiting is the worst part
Is this poem for me
Is this poem for you
Please tell me.....