Thinking Of You

Sitting in class not knowing what to do. Physically bored but I can't stoip thinking about you I think about all the things we have done and all the things we will do. I see the teachers mouth moving but all I hear are my wonderful thoughts of you. Thinking of the way you smell when you hold me close. The way you kiss my head and tell me not to worry. For some reason I just can't get you out of my brain. Now I can only wonder if you will ever feel the same.