I hold onto objects, I hold onto things
I kiss the paper on which I write this
I miss you is all I can think
Operationally, on and on it goes, later
My brain gets tired of this feeling,
You are all I think; Day or night you are all I think
I have so much lost the power, the strength
The ability to do anything
Biologically, this has become an addiction,
Practically, I think
Mentally, I am nearing berserk
Hypothetically, speaking
Geographically, movements has come to an end as
In your thoughts I live and dream
Meteorologically, my heart around you is rotating, breaking
Physically, you are missing,
Logically, I am over-involved in your thoughts, so thus reacting
Traumatic, I am getting into, I think
Dreamily, I see myself falling into a river,
Almost, every night that is what I dream
Unintentionally, I have got into some grip
Intentionally, I don’t do anything to come out, I think
Someday, somebody will pull me out of these habits
Hopefully, I think
Ever since you’ve gone |
