Philosophical

Wind and Leaves blow right throu me. 
Just like the thought that 
maby sometimes , 
you miss me. 
 
As stupid and naive it may seem. 
Hopes are still there a thought goes out for me. 
 
Days, Nights Passion ...ignores me. 
Sweet Dreams are the only thing stopping me , 
 feeling lonely. 
As dark the Storms and Clouds may look like for me. 
 
Still hopes of are there a thought reaches out too me . 
 
Stars exploding and fading like my Firer for you Dear . 
Only kisses cold as Steal . 
Just following the Compass in your Pocket. 
Desire my Mountains -not myself . 
 
So is there a Thought for me? 
Can you spare a Thought for me. 
Hoping a thought goes out too me

Thought for Me