The apparition of you, I see,
These thoughts are uncontrollable when it comes to me,
why must these thoughts overtake what I wish to break,
You've implanted plenty of memories in my wake,
Now i see it everytime I'm not awake, selling myself short, yes I'm that sort,
The options are endless,
I feel so friendless, but it's certainly not true,
I have plenty but all I want is you, as a friend or hopefully more, until I get to know you I wont see what's in store, the future is unpredictable and who thinks different is predictable...