I sit down to rest
Because you are running through my head
I think you're the best
When I think of you I begin to lose my breath
I lay down to relax
Thoughts arise, which is often and that's a fact
I need an ice pack
Your image in my mind weighs on my back
I turn to fall asleep
Visions of you in my eyes as I count sheep
Views of you creep
As I drift away, the picture of you burns so deep
When I finally wake
Dreams of you almost clear but opaque
My fantasy was great
I'm with you and we're standing by the lake
©schizology
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