A poem is a silly thing
When there's no one to read it.
A poem's not much use unless
You've got a thought to feed it.

My thoughts have been representation
Of a troubled mind.
But then transition; poems changed
Into a different kind

You've turned my thoughts into
A jumbled mess that follows true
A path which leads to Saturday,
Which I will spend with you,
♠ ♠ ♠
Ugh so cheesy :P