Between studying and sleeping
I choose to think of you.
Here's another poem,
Lonely, longing, new.
You're the one that I didn't see coming.
The one who gets under my skin.
The one who makes me lie.
The one who makes me reckless and fine, nothing in between.
You make me question about everything I believe in love.
You're just a mere poem,
I can't believe you make me sob.
Paralyzed, zoning out,
Thinking of you as if it's a task.
Daydreaming, wondering,
I'll be yours if you ask.
The internet then asked me
If I like your voice,
I damn like your everything.
Have you even wonder
If you and I could be a thing?
I now lay in bed
Rest the body but not the head.
The whole day isn't enough,
In my sleep I choose to think of you.
And maybe my roman empire
Is a chance to be with you.
