When
I Think Of YouWhen
I Think Of You
Haunted, that's what I am when I think of you. Haunted by the love in your eyes when you look at me. Knowing I want to return that love, but I'm haunted by the shadows that fill my life. Haunted by your touch on my body, sometimes just a fleeting touch, other times a touch of friendship, sometimes a touch of something much more.
Whether you know it or not, I'm constantly haunted by you. Visions of you smiling that special smile just reserved for me, the smile you give when you think no one is looking. Especially when the Kid isn't looking.
I'm haunted yet again when I watch you sleep. I wonder what it would be like to lay beside you and have your curled into me. That it's me you're hugging in your sleep and not your pillow. I'm haunted when you sigh in your sleep and wonder if it's me you're dreaming about.
I'm haunted in my own sleep by dreams of you. Dreams of you in my arms as I lay you down in the sweet prairie grass and kiss you senseless. Dreams of making you mine, in every way. Making love 'til neither one of us can see straight. Dreams of you telling me you love me and no one else.
I'm haunted on my rides as I wonder what you're doing while I'm gone. Do you miss me? Do you wonder if I'm alright? Do you stare at my empty bunk at night, thinking what it would be like to share that bunk with me?
I'm haunted again when I argue with myself over what to do about my feelings for you. Do I take a chance that you return those feelings as strongly as I feel them? Do I betray my best friend and steal his girl or do I sit by and watch you, think about you, and dream about you, but do nothing about it? I'm haunted by my indecision.
I'm haunted…because I love you.