The touch of her head resting upon my shoulders as we rode the train, it's a memory, feeling, sensation that will never leave my brain, they say love comes quick and fast, an ever fresh feeling lasts, and even though she is out of reach, the tips of your thoughts she always can breach, her touch, her kiss, her taste, her breath. things you miss, and yeah its rough, but hey thats life you gotta be tough, and even though the feelings felt fresh, never fading, always lasting, always are there, you have to ignore them, because you care. Even though its the one thing you fear. Friends is a foreign concept, but to one you must quickly adept. and though you feel emotionally inept, to yourself your thoughts are kept. And at night, as you sleep, counting the days gone, ignoring the sheep. A feeling you hate, you feel weak. As you crave her, week after week.
