Sometimes I try to talk to you ,                                                         telepathically                                                                               and  every  time  I try to,                                                               I  swear  you  can hear me                                                                  I  try  to  implant pictures of the way we were                                                             ­                                        but  that  isn't  easy  because love's a verb                                                             ­                                              I  sit  outside  your  window  and  try  to  connect                         make  you  remember of how we first met                                                              ­                 At  night  when  you're  sleeping, I creep in                                                               ­                        visit  your  dreams  and make you mine again                                                            ­            I  kiss  you  and  hold  you  like  I used to do                                                               ­                             and  you  tell  me  that  still  you  love  me  too                                              ­                                             I  think it's working , when I see your face                                                             ­              I  know  you're  thinking  of  the  time and place                                                            ­     when  we  were  together  like  we used to be                                           I  know we're sharing thoughts telepathically