I think not of my past
I think not of the future
I think not of the present
I think not of you
I think not of what you look like in the moon's dazzling light
I think not of how your hair sways as you walk
I think not of how I love you in the dark
I think not of your succulent lips that i desire
I think not of how to acquire
I think not of how you don't love
I think not of this every single day
I think not of this obsession
I think not of how to make you want me
I think not of why I can't move on.
I could think not but I would be living a lie
Every second I think of her
I just want her to love me more than not to feel dry inside
I think not there is a cure
For I am poisoned with the daunting arrow--unable to endure.
Author notes
Written November 28th, 2005
