Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Thoughts

Sometimes I'm bored 
Sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm just consumed with though
The thought of you
The thought of me
Whatever we could be
Well whatever it is
I'm up till late 
Please sedate
This wild beast
On you it feast 
I want to sleep
I'm done with counting sheep

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