When do you think of me, he asked her with a smile?
He said; I hope I cross your mind at least once in a while.
Do you ever wish that you could spend some time with me?
He wanted her to say that it possibly could be.
Do I ever cross your mind when you’re lying on your bed?
Do visions of us together ever dance thru your head?
Does the thought of kissing me ever run thru your mind.
Do you ever think that maybe you're supposed to be mine?
Do you ever imagine my hand on your face?
Do you want to touch mine, could this be the case?
Why are you so quiet, won’t you please answer me?
Do you ever have these thoughts, or see the things I see.
She only replied, this you must believe.
I think about it all, it’s true, but only when I breathe.
©Written by Jeannie Marie Baisden 2012
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Lifes Notebook
PoetryMy Dear Old Pen Here I sit, all alone once again Just me and my faithful dear old pen It always seems to help me figure things out No matter what I'm thinking about As I scribble my words on this writing pad No matter what I'm feeling, happy or sad ...
