She´s like a melody in my head
That I can´t keep out
Got me singin´ like
Na na na na everyday
It´s like my iPod stuck on replay
He can't get her out of his head. She refuses to escape from his thoughts. It's one of the many things she refuses him, but this is possibly the most frustrating refusal of all, because her flaming red hair and emerald eyes taunt him harshly.
He longs to touch her irresistible alabaster skin, but when the only chance is in his mind, he is never satisfied.
Whether he's beside her or miles away, his mind is consumed. There isn't any room in his head for anything else. He believes there never will be. Images of her replay in his thoughts constantly, never giving him a break. He notices every little hair flip, every time she bites her lip in concentration or gazes off into the distance, daydreaming.
He wonders what she daydreams about. He wishes it was him, but he knows better.
He daydreams about her all the time. He dreams about her as well. He realizes that she may never even spare him a thought, may never look his way with anything but a glare on her beautiful face, but he'll be thinking about her constantly regardless. He knows that his thoughts will never stray.
At the top: Replay by Iyaz....I changed the first word to She's, cause Shawty really didn't fit with the drabble...haha...REVIEW :)