think
overthinking; overtime
overthink.
overthinking you
overthinking me
overthinking us.
your sweet smile
sticks with me for awhile
your eyes strongly stare
no one could even compare
existential
i wrote this poem with this thought
the thought of you; the thought of me
it isn’t what its meant to be
i wonder if you can see
that you’re too good to be true
and whilst we dance away our blues
ill still be overthinking you; overthinking me
overthinking us.
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