overthinking

In the quiet of night, thoughts swirl and spin, 

 Of the boy with the laughter that pulls me in.

 His smile lingers softly, like a dreamy refrain, 

 Yet I lie wide awake, caught in this sweet pain.

 

 The clock ticks by slowly, each second a tease, 

 As my heart races faster, it just won't ease.

 I wonder if he knows how my heart holds his name, 

Or if these whispered hopes are only mine to claim. 

 

 Oh, the “what ifs” and “maybes,” they play in my head,

 While I toss and I turn in this restless bed.

 Overthinking’s my game, I spin tales out of dreams, 

 Imagining futures, unraveling seams. 

 

 Will he ever feel this spark that I feel? 

 Or is it a fantasy that’s too far to reveal? 

 In shadows, I ponder, lost in my mind, 

 Wishing for answers that are so hard to find. 

 

 As the stars blink above, they seem to all mock, 

 While my heart beats in rhythms like an unsteady clock.

 Can it be that he feels the same pull and sway? 

Or is it just me in this endless ballet? 

 

With each passing moment, sleep drifts further away, 

 Each thought of him brightens the dark into day. 

 So, I lie awake dreaming, my heart in fright, 

 Wishing for peace in the depth of the night.