Always
by fairly-aggressive-hippie
I swear I tried to keep these thoughts of you
From creeping in, but what was I to do?
Was I to kill the thoughts I can’t forget?
I’m sorry love, I can’t forget you yet.
I can’t forget the things you’ve done to me
And everything you’ve helped me learn to be.
And as you fill my thoughts and change my soul,
I start to feel a little bit more whole.
And when the clock strikes twelve, though I’m asleep,
And when I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
I swear I cannot curb these thoughts of mine
Which stray, and stray to you, but I don’t mind.
In waking hours, I feel as though I dream.
For thoughts of you are all sweet dreams to me.
And you should know I think of you always
And try as though I might, these feelings stay.