Literature
I think about you
I woke up, eyes blurry with sleep,
and I sit up and look around.
Without making one tiny sound,
I knew then I would have her to keep.
I dress real quietly, to not wake
my brother in the next room.
I knew that he would wake soon,
my thoughts of her love weren't fake.
Down the carpeted staircase I descend
and turn into my kitchen, which is lit
up by the morning sun and then I sit.
When will she be more than a girlfriend?
The day ticks on really tired and slow;
sometimes, it ticks way too slow for me.
For a while, when her face I will not see;
The pain inside my heart will forever grow.
I yearn to see you, my dear and sweet love;