Oxymoron Over Me
Soft and quiet one moment,
Rough and demanding the next.
Underminded and distant another moment,
Outspoken and won't let go seconds later.
Put together and thoughtful after mere minutes,
Unorganized and jumbled awkwardly after.
He has no excuse as to why,
But I do.
My boyfriend is an oxymoron,
When it comes to me.
Copyright © Shelby Wood | Year Posted 2009
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