Sitting around with nothing
to do, wishing you
were here with me. All
alone in my own world,
wanting to hold you.
Yet I am by myself again,
forever wanting you here.
Your brain has me hooked
on your beauty, the first
time I looked within. Before
it was all physical beauty
I ever looked for.
You have what I need, the
brains to keep me writing.
I can not stop thinking of
what, might every be
between us forever. Every
word inspired by you.
Should I just give it all up. No
what am I saying to myself, I
need to write what I feel.
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