The thought of you (5)

The thought of you
Knocks on my window late at night
The thought of you
Keeps me up past midnight
The thought of you
Stands in my way in school
The thought of you
Means I can’t concentrate on the Indices rule
The thought of you
Lives on my brain
The thought of you
Starts to drive me insane
The thought of you
Bullies everything to the back of my mind
The thought of you
Is always at the forefront never behind
The thought of you
Controls every limb
The thought of you
Wrote this poem.