Thinking out loud (onto a blank page)

I've been thinking a lot lately, and about the friendship we have; this beautiful, nocturnal friendship. And how I wish this nocturne could be transposed. Maybe just give me a sign, a sign that this repeating measure can end and the first verse can begin. 

I've been thinking of fear. And how I know your head is full of it. I just want you to make the right decision, and I want you to want me, even though it may sound selfish; but I need to do something for me. 

I've been thinking that I hope you feel the same way. And I've been thinking that I really wonder what you've written, but I promised I wouldn't look. So I'll keep my eyes shut.