"Why don't you ever think?" he whispered.
"I was thinking," she said.
"I was thinking of you."
- City of Bones, Cassandra Clare
Everything I do
Is with regards to you.
I go out into the world
Thinking maybe you'll be out too.
For everything I do
Is with regards to you.
I wear these nice clothes
In hopes that you'll notice;
I don't wear high heels
'Cause I know you're the shortest.
I don't care that you live without me on your mind -
well okay, I guess maybe I do -
but I hope you know every single thing that I do
Is with
greatest
and highest
and best
regards to
you.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
