She is not a person,
she is a pattern in my mind,
a quiet echo that shapes my thoughts
before I speak them.
She lives in the pauses,
in the shifts of my mood,
where logic fails
and feeling takes control.
......
She is not a person,
she is a pattern in my mind,
a quiet echo that shapes my thoughts
before I speak them.
She lives in the pauses,
in the shifts of my mood,
where logic fails
and feeling takes control.
......