When My Thought Becomes You...

in a hearbeat it comes

like a touch to my spirit

it wont go in my waking hours

and the minutes within it



my mind's not here

it's roaming somewhere else

when you're so far away

i can hear your ringing bells



my memory its a prisoner

to that shining bright smile

it's a picture that's worth

reminescing for a while



i just wanna reach out

hoping that thought is true

it's brain stabbing sometimes

when my thought becomes you










Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of my lighter sides.

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