Thinking seems like something to easily stop,
But with you thinking seems to be never ending,
A never ending consequence for my stupidity,
In the thought of you is your brown curly hair I would run my fingers through
And your eyes I could so deeply fall into as I was flying
Flying through the black skies with the speckles of diamonds staring right at us
Only we were too busy with staring at each other
As you held me with your arms of steal and your eyes of water that engulfed all of me,
Even though thinking of you brings me great pain every hour of everyday
It’s the only thing that keeps the feeling that you still think of me.