My saturated mind those days,
when I couldnt differentiate,
The Sun and The Moon
as your thought never ended,
either day or it was night,
when I talked
you became the subject,
when I stay quite
I felt you in the silence,
I dreamt about you if I closed my eyes
I had your vision with my open eyes
obsessive me, hardly could avoid you
when I tried, I failed
failed so bad, desperate I became,
Now, when I look back
I laugh at that silly me
who used to think its you
and will always be " only you"