Thinking of You

traveling and thinking about someone.

Circles on the ground, whispers all around. Eyes examining, heavy breathing, unsure thinking. My mind is full of one thing.... YOU. Memories, the future, how I wish it was now, are only my simple dreams. Mind over matter, what does that matter? Fact in fact, you're no longer around. Looking out this window, wheels rolling back, lights blinking from the wings like little moments in time. I go from place to place, you have left no trace. Just a few things around my house and writing on my wall. I usually leave things in bad blood... Run from what I don't see. You not running from me or towards me might be killing me. I'm used to getting what I want, taking what I don't need. With you I just believe you're too good to be.