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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