I sit in the quiet.
And the thoughts run rampant.
Of you.
Of what we could be.
Of who?
Could it be you?
The one standing over there with those piercing blue eyes.
Is it you?
Or is it another?
YOU ARE READING
me more than you
PoetryPoetry The deepest thoughts of my mind It's just me and my mind Not me and you
part 24
I sit in the quiet.
And the thoughts run rampant.
Of you.
Of what we could be.
Of who?
Could it be you?
The one standing over there with those piercing blue eyes.
Is it you?
Or is it another?