Obsessed?
And so I sit, wondering if he loves me still,
Wondering when I’ll get my will back.
I think about him, more and more,
Fool me once my love, I shall implore…
Fool me twice, ill never repair
But i guess if your the one to break me, its fair
I twiddle my hair, as tears stubbornly recede.
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More thoughts come, growing like a weed.
I wish i could just trust and love blindly,
Even with eyes, I’d let you confine me.
I suppose i may be obsessed
But I’m right where I want to be, always acquisced.
Oh my love, how you always drift into my mind
And I deeply daydream, the feelings almost sublime.
I don’t know how I could ever have tried to leave and stop loving you.
I know its concerning, but believe me you will never have to pursue.
