Thoughts That Haunt
I Hope You Think of Me
I'm the needle in your thoughts, a delightful poke,
A vivid memory that'll leave you broke.
"I hope you think of me," and I'll take a bet,
I'm the glitch in your system you can't forget.
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In your mind's wild maze, I'm the mischievous thread,
A pesky thought that's stuck in your head.
You'll try to shake me off, but I'll stick like glue,
"I hope you think of me" and you'll feel askew.
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So here's to the havoc, the turmoil I stir,
In your world, in your thoughts, a constant blur.
"I hope you think of me" and it's all mixed up,
That's the game I play, bottoms up!
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This reminded me of Taylor Swift's song, I Bet You Think About Me. Loved your poem!