|I was going to write a poem about you,|
But then I realized that I'm far too literal
To properly spill the imagery to the extent
of which your indecision is painting me.
But you strike me as the sort thats easily impressed
by a few well-worded clichés
and a natural disregard for structure.
I'm having trouble thinking of an ending.
So I'll just let it die
on a sulking, lonely line.