And I wonder me a wonder,
And it's that when you're alone at night,
In your room,
As you've just finished your
Billionth book,
If I ever cross your mind
Without me even knowing,
If I keep you up and
You don't understand why you can't
Sleep as well as you used to.
I wonder if you wonder why
An image, a vision of me is
Repetitive in your quiet thoughts.
I wonder so deeply, I fall oh so very
Quickly asleep, but then,
I dream, and it's always
Of you.
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SUNSHOWERS
Literatura faktuA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
