inbetween everything.

I don't know what you're thinking, 

in that wonderful mind of yours, 

and I think that's what's so intriguing 

about you and me and everybody we know; 

its that not knowing can be so wonderfully, 

wonderfully, wonderful. 

It's like a beautiful concoction of uncertain hope,

that grows and grows and grows, 

and there you have it, my lovely ones, 

a little thing called love. 

And while the world sleeps,

she's growing steadily fonder

of listening to songs on repeat, 

closing her eyes and

waiting.

She hopes wholeheartedly 

maybe when she opens her eyes 

she wouldn't be so lonely anymore.