There’s the “you” in my head.
The one I can\'t forget.
The one that spends all her time
With me and no one else.
At places where the sun cares to shine
So brightly
Blindingly
With soft shadows falling on you.
Oh, you.
Through the vibrant scenes that come through.
But then there’s you.
The one not in my head.
The one I see so few.
In classes or flitting glimpses
That I manage to do
And in every sight, I hope
For the sun to do its part,
But that will never happen.
So then string me along.
And I’ll do my due role.
In messing myself up.