There's someone I often think about,

She resides in the centre of my heart,

And echoes in every corner of my mind,

There can never be a replacement

For meeting her was a beautiful accident 

That left more than just a dent.

 

Her absence has always been loud,

Her bodiless presence is serene 

Like the world behind the clouds,

I keep her in my imagination 

For she's unreachably far;

I and the distant star 

Seldom talk to eachother 

And he sighs everytime I say 

There's someone I often think about.