The first thing in the morning
The last thing dark of night,
Your what's in my head
Eventhough you're nowhere in sight.
This feels like an illness
But I can't find the cure.
Fear I'm alone in this
It's so hard to endure
If the sight of your words
Is doing this to me,
What will I do when it's your face
My eyes do see?
Am I making a fool of myself
Once again?
If its so please tell me &
Bring this to an end
I don't want to be thinking things
That shouldn't be.
Tell me if I should stop
My dreams of you & me.
If all that you require
is just a listening ear,
It will have to be ok,
And I'll still be here.
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