Stupid Romantic Poem

I want to know the stories that touch your heart

The songs that make you cry

The words that make you laugh

The photos that make you yearn to be there

The movies you wish happened to you

I want to know what made you what you are today

Why you like the things you like?

What makes you think your hair looks nice one way and not the other?      

And your heart,

Is it wounded or fit and fine?

Who do you talk to when you don’t want to talk to anyone?

Could it someday be me?

Ah, and the quotes!

Which are the ones you wish you had written?

And how about the ones that seem to be too foolish to you?

I want to know the places you love

The places you want to go to

Whom do you want to go with?

Could it, in some distant future, be me?

Are you scared of the dark?

And does silence make you feel too weird?

And how would you plan your perfect date?

Would you plan a special evening?

Or just ask her out for a simple coffee?

And could that girl whom you ask out on a date,

Could that girl, some day, be me?

And who do you dream of when you go to sleep

Whose voice sounds like a melody?

And when you see two people holding hands

Knotted in yours, whose hands do wish to see?

And as you turn to look up at that girl's face

Could you, for once, see me?