I Think of You Too Much

 

I think of you too much I think. I get lost in my thoughts of you. I imagine my thoughts are real, imagine they are true. I can dream, I can pretend, but will my dreaming ever end? I think of you in my sleep, it makes me cry, makes me weep. I maybe like you a little too much, it is so bittersweet, but I know when I’m without you, I do feel incomplete.

I think of you too much it seems. I can’t get you out of my head, or my dreams. I feel like a rainy day, I really should not be feeling this way. I should feel like a day of sunshine, with tears of joy and a glass of wine. My thoughts of you run too deep, I think of you when I awake and all day long until I sleep.  

I think of you too much I feel, it makes me upset, it is a big deal. I miss you so much it’s not even funny, although I know you’re not my honey. I want to wipe your tears away, so we can make it through another day. I want to kiss you on the cheek and be the one to make you feel weak. I want to be able to say everything and maybe buy you an engagement ring. Maybe you could be the one to stop me from feeling lonely, I want to be your one and only.

 I think of you too much it’s true, but I can’t help myself, I care for you. I would definitely like to look deep into your eyes, and stare at you like you’re my prize. I would like to hold your hand and learn your troubles and understand. I would want for us to get away from it all, and to make you feel ten feet tall.  

I think of you too much I know, but how can I ever stop or let go? I wish you could be mine, and I hold on to that crazy thought, but
deep down inside I know my chances are surely nought. I would dearly love to run my fingers through your hair, and hold you, kiss you, but you’re not there. I would keep the world out and make you feel safe and secure, and give you everything you could wish for.

 

I think of you too much I believe, but all these thoughts I still conceive. I would really like to be with you, so we could be together, for always, forever, but when will this happen? I’m guessing never. I know you will by no means be mine to hold or touch, and yes I know I think of you too much.