With every thought,
You come to mind.
With every whisper,
Your name seems to be shapen.
I cannot run away from these thoughts of you,
And I would not wish to.
No matter how hard I concentrate on other matters
All I can think of is you.
I am captured by you,
A captive in my own mind.
And yet,
Freedom is not what I ask for.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
With every thought,
You come to mind.
With every whisper,
Your name seems to be shapen.
I cannot run away from these thoughts of you,
And I would not wish to.
No matter how hard I concentrate on other matters
All I can think of is you.
I am captured by you,
A captive in my own mind.
And yet,
Freedom is not what I ask for.
