I never sleep without drawing your image in my mind
On the ceiling laid on my back
The walls laid on my side
Everywhere, when i toss and turn
And on the lonesome canvass of my dreams.
Walking down the road hands enmeshed in your absence
I look in the mirror instead i see your face
When i eat i feed your absence first out of a need for love.
Is this an obsession?
Spiritual possession?
For observation
Give me a sign
That you will be mine
Give me a sign
Before i lose my mind
If you give me a sign, i will sign your name in my heart.
I will sign your name across my heart, if you give me a sign
Give me a sign
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