A morbid state of fugue
A miasma of lucid dreams
Awake and yet not level
This night is endless it seems
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Why do I love him so?
I keep away from him
But in my heart I know
Only he can make my heart beat so
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Every morning
Over cups of iced coffee
Or in the tub
They meet hidden
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My heart had turned to stone
It was cold and broken
Down to the last bone
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He must be special
This man I know
Mum seems to love even more
She chats him up
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Prayers for a special someone
Prayers to forever be
Prayers in his heart mind
Prayers for safe to be
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She walks around with a smile on her face
And not one person in the whole wide world
Knows the reason for her quickened pace
The world can see the glow on her skin
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I love your brains
I love your humour
I love it when
You make my worries fewer
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It took me so long to find you
But it took no time to know you
I felt it instantly
A deep connection electrically
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Is there such a thing as love?
Is there such a thing
That to one's heart
Pure joy bring?
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Did you see the angles on that shape?
acute obtuse and right
Not one dashed curve in sight
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A whole year of my life
I gave to you
I listened to you night and day
I heard all your jokes and anecdotes
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As I sit in my solitary confinement
I ponder the following points of refinement
I am thankful that you do what you do
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Pure pain overflows
And the worst part he knows
He cares not anymore
Just fills me with more woes
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O dear delicious soul
You filled me up like a Swiss roll
Like beans on toast
Like chicken roast
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Your wispy silver hair
And your superlative flair
The wise things you say
And how you shy to pray
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When the mice went out
The cat began to play
She licked her wiskers
And soon watched for prey
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Is it wrong to be selfish
Is it wrong to keep you for myself alone
You may be a delectable dish
...
There is a magical word
That seems to stun my man
It makes him shiver and run
Like a common cad
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Sleeplessness
A morbid state of fugue
A miasma of lucid dreams
Awake and yet not level
This night is endless it seems
Twisting and turning in bed
Doesn't offer respite
When you are alone
Even the large empty bed is tight
The morning after is worse
When the silence can draw a hearse
Creepy dead mares
Trample in my waking nightmares
My head is all aflutter
My lips like molten butter
Words fail to form and shape
And coil round the neck and nape
The throbbing drums inside
Offer no respite
Bang bang bang bang
Like a hammer on a gong
Sorry, sleeplessness is not for me
I cannot be this stressed
Give me sweet slumber
That when I am at my best