poem 3 (i tryed to make it happy)

as the sun fell
below the trees
i wz thinkin of u
as he moon rose over the house
i wz thinkin of u
as the stares were put into place and lit up the sky
i wz thinking of u
and after living life like that for munths
i realised that i didnt want 2 b thinking of u
i wanted 2 b talking wioth u
and laughing with u
and crying with u
but most of all i wanted 2 b with u