I’m staring into the distance, thinking
about you...
My heart is overwhelmed, thinking about you.
My heart is overwhelmed, thinking about you.
I feel like a little girl again,
everything comes easy. I smile, I giggle.
Thinking about you.
These thoughts consume me, it’s hard to
do anything else, and so I resort to pen and paper, a habit, so old….so rare.
It feels comfortable now though, writing about you.
And the words come easy…
Thinking about you.
This love is massive! I’m engulfed and
I’m consumed.
I want to be with you. I want you here.
I can live with only you.
You’re enough for me. And then some. I
don’t understand what you do. No one else makes me feel like this. It’s
powerful...
Thinking about you.
I feel you on my skin, even when you’re
not here. I want to sniff and embrace you.
Thinking about you.
What will become of this love? I so
often ask. Will I have you? Will you have me?
Thinking about you, I rest in this
uncertainty...
I warm myself with today’s blanket. I
don’t know if it will be here tomorrow.
I feel warm, I feel safe, I feel happyJ Consumed by
you.
