I always think and feel as if I don't complete my writings
Or poems
Or pieces of mind I put in paper
I also always think
You have found better than me
(You may already)
My mind rambles around thoughts of
Things minds shouldn't ramble around
And then I think I might be going
A bit insane
I always think you don't want me
And that yesterday's kisses are already forgotten
But then I look at you
And think
I may be thinking
A little bit too much.