1-24-05
3:59 am
My mind is full.
Running on overload.
Of thoughts of you.
Of things I can only imagine.
Of things that have only happened.
In my thoughts.
But thoughts I can not.
Shake from my head.
Your body is a temple.
I want to worship at.
Your mind is an endless place.
That I want to explore.
Your soul is a safe place.
For me to let mine roam.
because when I am with you.
It just always feels like home.
But I am.
On the outside.
Looking in.
Left with only my thoughts.
And Imagination.
Waiting and wondering.
If you will ever.
Let me come home.