Sometimes I wonder
if you think about me
as much as I
think about you.
Sometimes I wish
I could just fly past
the hundreds of miles
between us.
Sometimes I want
to feel the warmth
of your lips
against mine.
Sometimes I will
myself to sleep knowing
that your beautiful face
will haunt my dreams.
If sometimes means
as often as
I breathe then
yes, sometimes.
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