Sometimes I wonder
If you lay awake and think of me...
If you simply stare at your ceiling at 3am with a half peeked smile,
Thoughts racing as you play memories,
And create fantasies.
Tempted to grab your notebook and write out all the things you're dreaming of...
But both too tired to move,
And also wanting to simply hang on to the pure thoughts...
Your playful imagination running wild.
And maybe,
Just maybe...
I'm laying awake, at 3am
Thinking of you too.
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