Sitting here thinking of you makes me happy.
Late at night when everyone's asleep but me.
I sit and think about you.
I am happy because of you.
I think about how you look as your sleeping and it makes me smile.
Your so sweet.
So fragile.
An angel.
I wish I could really see you sleeping.
Your steady breathing and your quiet movements.
As you dream your dreams I wish I knew what they were of.
I want to be part of them.
I hope I am in your dreams.
When you wake I will be awake waiting for you.
We play a game that goes back and forth.
What does it really mean?
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew anything, anything about why you are the way you are,
and why I am so attracted you,
why I can't get you out of my head.
Why?
Who knows..
Who really knows?
And if I don't...
Who would?
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