Disease

Each night as I lie,
Awake in my bed,
Your smiling face,
Drifts into my head.

I try to forget you.
These thoughts are no good.
We never could be,
But what if we could?

I build up the walls.
Whisper a song.
But you always shove,
Your way in before long.

I hate to think about you!
You're like a disease.
You conquer my thoughts,
With such remarkable ease.

And yet, I enjoy,
These thoughts about you.
But I know eventually,
They'll just make me blue.

Should I just give up?
Let you win?
What choice do I have?
You'll just fight your way in.

But you don't care about me.
I'm dumb to have thought,
You could ever like me,
Though I love you alot.

But maybe ther is,
That chance that you do?
When you lie in bed,
Do you think of me too?

I like to think that.
It brings me such bliss,
And it brings my heart,
Out from its abyss.

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