As I lay here
There is not one thought of sleep in my mind
The only thought is of you
The thought of how
perfectly shaped your lips are
The thought of how
your eyes consume my soul
The thought of how
your smile lights up my heart
But then as I come back to reality,
And I realize only
That blood can be drawn
As easily as the fake thoughts
within my head are created
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
As I lay here
There is not one thought of sleep in my mind
The only thought is of you
The thought of how
perfectly shaped your lips are
The thought of how
your eyes consume my soul
The thought of how
your smile lights up my heart
But then as I come back to reality,
And I realize only
That blood can be drawn
As easily as the fake thoughts
within my head are created
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