Waking up with a start, I softly push
over your snoring, reassured
I sink back in fatigue, dreaming
to catch up on what I don't come around to
in my half days of little
care for Missy, you and me
Sometimes I have to keep kissing you
have to weep you wet for more
time, doing more, living bigger
with less sleep, I do have so much
to give that I don't come around to
in my half days of little
care for Missy, you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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