Thinking About You

It's interesting that I am thinking about you. I don't want to be, but I am. I'm thinking about you like my heart felt when you first held my hand.  I'm thinking about you like a question mark thinks about a question. The question is, why am I thinking about you? I'm thinking about you like sleep thinks about alarm clocks. Like when Im trying to write a paper but you're the only one in my thoughts. I'm thinking about you like a dream thinks about waking up. Like when were together and I wish we were stuck. Like glue. Like glue thinks about sticking. Popsicles are sticky. I'm thinking about you like a kid thinks about popsicles in 100 degree weather.  Like If I let myself fall for you, but my heart becomes severed. I'm thinking about you, that's the bottom line. Valentines is coming up and I wish you were mine.