Plotting Of Love Poem by Sandra jacks

As i sit here,
looking so innocent,
looking like I'm not thinking,
oh.....but i am,
i see you watching me,
how your eyes curiously attempt to dissect my thoughts,
you,
being the innocent toy you are,
do not know what plots i have in mind.

I plot of mayhem,
i plot of love,
i plot of treachery,
of how at first you'll think I'm like an angel,
later on you'll think I'm a monster,
after that you'll get confused,
wonder how your life fell into a disaster.

But i had it all planned out see,
had it made,
step by step,
each outcome was expected.......
oh wait!
what are you doing?
thats not what i thought you would,
instead of sadness and anger,
you're smiling,
like you knew i would........

But wait!
I'm not the predictable one,
i had this all figured out,
i guess your my match,
i guess your the one,
i almost feel the need to pout.

My plans seemed so precise at the time,
i had you down to the nines,
i guess well i was so busy plotting,
you had something else in mind.