silly me

or
why you shouldn't try to write an instant
"all about me" poem
because that's what you get:

Yes, that's me
Look and you'll see

My hair a wavy dark mass
My eyes sparkling and blue
My hands like to caress
My arms reaching for you

At times I can't resist to be lazy
My heart 's on my sleeve
My friends call me crazy
Now I'll try to be brief

I live in a world of my own
I dream of a better me
I hope I'll not end up alone

It's all clear as can be
That's positively, absolutely me