I cannot stop thinking about you. in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

I cannot stop thinking about you.

It’s been years, and yet you’re still there as vibrant as ever haunting me in such wonderfully wicked ways. Those bright eyes and that smile the devil himself stole.

You are such a bittersweet torment I seem destined to forever steep in.

I cannot stop thinking about you.

Because I do not want to.

Of all my mistakes, you are my favorite.