I guess i'll just have to count stars,
until i fall asleep,
count the specks on my white ceiling,
count the times your name flies through my mind
like it's being thrown by a major league baseball player,
as fast as falling stars,
traveling through space,
secretly wishing temptation
wasn't as bad of a word people
make it out to be.
make livable planets,
in the corner of my thoughts,
your hand converse
tries to pull me down,
every time your lips make sound
I guess i'll just have to cage my feelings,
and never let them out,
i guess i just have to forget you,
knowing so well,
You Don't want to forget me.
Counting stars helps sometimes.
hope you sleep well