I hope you know that I think of you
When the moon is high
And the nights are low
And I have nothing left to fill my cup with but sorrow
I think of youOn my darkest days
And sleepy mornings
I think of youWhen I pour my evening tea
When I brush my teeth
When I sing simple melodies
I think of you
But I'm tired of thinking
And of all things
I'm tired of you
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Oceans In My Mind
PoetryPart 2 of The Days With No Sun. Oceans In My Mind. poetry, rants, thoughts, inspiration. Read on loves.