Hey,
you.
Yes,
you.
Do you ever think of me?
Would you consider it,
if I asked?
Would you think of me,
the way I think of you each night?
Heart racing,
pounding,
wanting,
longing?
Passion flaring,
deep down inside,
in my stomach,
hoping.
in my heart,
wishing.
in between my legs,
wanting
not wanting sex,
but wanting you.
Do you think of me?
Would you consider it,
if I asked?
Would you think of me,
as more than a friend?
Would you think of me,
as the one that you want?
Would you think of me,
as I think of you?
hearts racing - together -
stomachs clenching - together -
hoping - together -
wishing - together -
wanting - together.
Hey,
you.
Yes,
you.
Do you ever think of me?
Would you consider it,
if I asked?
Would you think of me,
instead of her?
Would you think of me,
before anyone else?
Would you think of me,
if I asked? Would you choose me, over her? Would you chose me, over the others? Would you choose me, over all the other things you could think of? Would you think of me?
I hope so.
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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...
