I'm glad I'm thinking of you,
You're true to me, I can believe.
Talking is easier
When it's a voice I love,
Even when you're sick or -ly
you're voice is fun to make fun
and cute enough to cuddle
and roll around with in thoughts.
That's not weird, Is it?
Because when I hear a song
with gush and goo and heart-call-coos
I think of you?
'No.'
I couldn't stop thinking,
smiling about it even if I tried.
Can I ask you:
How do you feel?
'I can't'
Oh, I see,
Me neither.
Stay up with me,
If you don't want to go.
We don't have to sleep;
Who needs it, right?
'Can I ask you something?'
Any time,
'When did you fall?'
'Oh, .'
It sure is a
Good morning, what'd'ya think?
'It always is...'
