Saturday, 21 November 2015

G'night


 G'Night 
We’re not talking, me and sleep 
I can never get through 
like I’m hung up on the line 
out to dry, praying for death 
in the wee small hours. 
I have always been faithful to sleep. 
Night after night I returned 
rolling in slumber, dreaming 
of the classics, good-lookin’ 
and romance! 
Is it because I stay up too late? 
Keep myself awake to tend 
menial things, my love 
I don’t wish to take the pills 
that make you stronger than I 
may one day never return 
from your state. 
You sweet sleep are forever 

bliss. 





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