You're the last thing I think of,
every single night,
I guess it turns out,
you've always been in my sight.
You're my star-
that I always turn to,
I look for you,
every single night- if only you knew.
My eyes are fixed on you,
they always have been,
sometimes my feelings for you,
seems like a sin.
The days seem endless,
and the nights are so long,
but I will continue to think of,
us and our song.
I wish you knew,
how badly I fight,
to not think of you,
every single night.
Thinking of you,
hurts so much,
because I so deeply,
miss your touch.
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