I really shouldn't

a poem i wrote about a guy i like.

        I've Got a different point of view
             
                  Then you

          My mother tells me not to pick fights

        Can i move away from those city lights?
       
          And the way your teeth line when you smile

          I'll listen to you for a while

        I give me reasons and you rant yours

        With humor and charming flavors

        You aren't very sweet or romantic
     
          But i think of you like a fanatic

          I love it when you look at me and say

        Anything really on any day

        You have such a great wit

      Just cover your mouth when you spit