Thoughts Of You

As I push back those tears,

Those tears are not the only thing;

I have to try and push back.

I still have thoughts of you,

Thoughts that I think I buried,

Thoughts that resurrect from the dead.

Thoughts of you,

That still dominate;

A greater part of me.

I have thoughts of you,

That still play my emotions,

Like strings of a guitar.

I have thoughts of you,

That still dictate,

The core of me that is me.

Shake the foundation,

Of who I am.

Rule the temple of my mind,

Govern the institution of my brain,

Shut down my cognizance.

I have thoughts of you,

That play my heart,

Like a grand piano.

I no longer aspire,

That you hold me in your arms,

Like that Spanish guitar.

Thoughts of you,

Hold me captive,

In the prison of my own thoughts!