She Thinks Of Him xx
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	She sits and thinks of him. Its only the thousandth time today. Somehow, she's made to believe--when she doesn't really know. Its hard to laugh, when you don't want to play. All these emotions she feels, seem so hard to show. Its so hard for them to understand, when no one really knows. When no words are new, and the yesterdays are long gone. She's got nothing but those words of yesterday, she read's upon. Its soothes her, but it seemingly decieves her. In the end, all she ever wanted was a word for today. She thinks herself selfish, but even that--can't settle her frazzled heart. Every moment, he's there with her. A silent friend encased into the silence of her heart. And at night, as the hours seep away, she wonders if he thinks the same way. Laying awake to stare at the ceiling, thinking about a better day--is what she does so many nights. She wonders when time will ever be her friend, or is that hope gone? She's always lived three seconds in the past, as her future trudges on through. The moon-light is coming through the window of her room just right. Exposure to her hidden thoughts. She closes her eyes and tries to envision him sleeping soundly. But the vision never comes even though she tries with all her might. She sits up discouraged, and in the corner of her perspective--the moon catches the framed face just right. A stare forms as she wanders her thoughts unknowingly. Grabbing her journal, she writes these words-- "a face so pure, should never cry so many tears. i wish i was there, but I know better. for in my heart, he is here--only a thought away. oh how i think that thought every moment of the day...". For in the minutes between the hours, she sits and thinks of him.