When I’m alone in my room, in my empty house, I think of you. While I am dug in deep into my safe zone consisting of many pillows and blankets. But maybe I should reconsider my safe zone because I am so dangerously close to losing my control over my heart and mind over you… Just let it be please.

I think over your blue-diamond too-close together love-filled eyes, you're tall stance over me, the crooked smile you flash to me on my lowest days.
You bring me up to such highs, but unfortunately I struggle to fill you up with these same feelings that you do for me.
I think of you when I’m alone trapped in this house that forces me to come to senses with myself.
When you’re alone, do you think of me?