Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]

T h i n k i n g

Do you ever think of me in the morning?

Just before the birds

would fill the skies with melodies

Do you ever think of me at noon?

When the sun is spreading its warmth

But all we feel is pain

Do you ever think of me at night?

Just after the moon would chase away the sun

And so the stars would take over the skies

Just before you would go to sleep

Me?

I think of you.

I think of you in the very depths of my mind.

Like Lava you flowed through,

Burning my brain cells to dysfunction.

How do you think of him?