Her
Her
I can't stop thinking of her
Noises unreal invade my head
Consuming my thoughts and
stealing my slumber.
Her
I can't stop thinking of her
Her smile, her laugh
The loving nature commands
The way she spits her venom
It's intoxicating
My stomach churns
as the sea in a storm
for I have lost my chance
and until this moment failed to realize
Her
I can't stop thinking of her
Maybe there is hope still
sitting on a pillar atop some
remote mountain
guarded by fear
Maybe I'm not the man
I thought I should be
sweeping her off her feet
As I stumble
maybe it is for the best
there is little time
to capture what I imagined
in my sleepless rest
Her
I can't stop thinking of her.