I am tired.
Despite this unrest,
You are my first thought.
My last.
You are my happiness.
My misery.
I am thinking.
Endlessly
Fruitfully.
About us.
About my love for you.
Is it an annoyance to you?
Having someone whispering sweet nothings?
Does it make you hopeful?
Indifferent?
Glowing?
I am tired.
But you are in my thoughts.
You are what I think of before I
Rest my tired soul.
You are what my body dreams of.
You are who I want to be with.
You are the one individual I would give my all to.
You are the one.
That one.
My one.
I am tired.
I want full acceptance.
Despite this unrest,
You are my first thought.
My last.
You are my happiness.
My misery.
I am thinking.
Endlessly
Fruitfully.
About us.
About my love for you.
Is it an annoyance to you?
Having someone whispering sweet nothings?
Does it make you hopeful?
Indifferent?
Glowing?
I am tired.
But you are in my thoughts.
You are what I think of before I
Rest my tired soul.
You are what my body dreams of.
You are who I want to be with.
You are the one individual I would give my all to.
You are the one.
That one.
My one.
I am tired.
I want full acceptance.
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