Poems of a B-R-O-K-E-N heart
He thinks
I think of him when I wake. I think of him on my break.
He thinks of me when he is broke.
I think of him at night. I think of his smile so bright.
He thinks of me only at night as if I was such a sore sight,
I think of him as I lay. I think of him when I pray.
He thinks I want him to stay.
I Do!