Apr 25, 2010 22:33
Last night, I missed you when you fell asleep.
Saw the red in your eyes, your sleep was deep
Last I checked, thought you could endure
Thinking back on it now, guess I wasn't so sure.
But the point is you don't sleep with me anymore.
And I won't be calling you a coward
'Cause you wasted your night like you had smelled the flowers:
Poppies? Please?
But it's always such a tease
When you halt all your sees and become at ease,
Such a tease.
Morning, missed you when you took flight
Guess your morning was drab, what with me in your sight
I lay there, awake, and with thoughts of your touch
Was taken aback by just how much
I wished it were last night again.
Asleep, you're such a bore.