Monday, November 14, 2005

Good night.

I woke up last night in a cold sweat.

Good night.

Choking on air, gasping for breathe.

Sleep tight.

Remembering the last time I cried for you. Reliving the moment I shut off. Remembering....

Don't let the bed bugs bite.


You used to sing. You smelt like the wind on a warm spring day. I used to fall asleep beside you with my tiny fingers tangled in your golden hair.

Let me tell you about the birds and the bees and the flowers....

I woke up last night and cried for you.

...and the trees and the moon up above, and a thing called love.

Good night to you my love, my safe haven, my destroyer.

Good night.

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