The Boring OneA Poem by Naomi BloomA love song. This guy at my former workplace was always asking me about myself and I wondered why he was so interested since I think I'm a pretty boring person.
To be fair he doesn’t know me To be fair it doesn’t slow me down There’s a chance A possibility You talk to me How great is that? You want to know me But can’t you see? I hate to talk about myself I’m the boring one Who only talks about work I’m the boring one That means I’m practically a jerk I’m the boring one Oh no! How could this be? I’m the boring one I’m the boring one You ask how I am I ask you back You say you’re great It’s a repeated track And then the weather That’s where we all can agree It hurts to talk about myself I’m the boring one….. You were the worst one Investigating my plight You always asked me What are you doing tonight? Pathetic answers Made me avoid you It kills me to talk about myself © 2013 Naomi Bloom |
StatsAuthorNaomi BloomOntario, CanadaAboutAn amateur writer of poems, short stories and other types of writing. I recently graduated from university and I am trying to figure out what to do with my life. Victorian England, name meanings, be.. more..Writing
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