“ I Think about you”.
I sing a song.
What was not long.
Be then I see.
You who is apart of me.
I look up in the sky.
I see a bird up high.
And I see something.
That I can not explain.
Enough is enough.
But is it really that much.
Scared to try.
Scared to do.
But only with you.
So please don’t try.
Or do.
Because then I will be.
Proud of you.
