The last thoughts of all my days
Are all revolved around you
And all my dreams
Somehow find their way back to you
So, in turn, when I wake
I think about the dreams I have dreamt
That were of you
I sometimes long for you to vacate my mind
But there's no one to escort you out
I myself wouldn't do it-- for I am much too busy
I could not-- for what else would I have to think about?
How could I think at ALL, if you were not there?
I need you in my thoughts
Or else I wouldn't have any.
I totally know how this feels and I love how you take a simple concept and make it so vital and relevant!
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