THINKING

Thinking about his black shirt
And how pale he looks
And how he got that pale

With tears like the rain
And nights full of pain

Thinking about what he thinks
When I try to avoid his gaze
If he thinks at all

With my sighs of frustration
And days full of temptation

Thinking about his voice
And how it flows so easily
But never directed towards me

With no faze
And my sad gaze

Thinking about why I feel this way