Raiding The Fridge

What the fuck

Are you still doing up

Don’t you know

It’s quarter past four?

Well of course I do

But it’s nothing new

To find I can’t sleep

Anymore

One Night Only

This bed’s not big enough

For the both of us

So I’ll be the one to leave

We should just be glad

For the time we’ve had

And the little bit of reprieve

The Daily Struggle

I went back to bed

Three times today

To try to dream

This pain away

But it didn’t work

And now I’m awake

Do I have any choice

But my life to take?

Zestless

Finally
dropping
into
bed

Knowing
I couldn’t
have done
any more

There’s
no point
setting
an alarm

As
there’s
nothing
to wake
up for

Pillow Talk

I’ll
never
be able
to give
you

Exactly
what
you
want

I can
be
your
standby
fuck
buddy

But
never
your
confidant

Post Coital (3)

Evening:

You
really
are
amazing

He
said

That
was
the
best
yet

You
don’t
need
to tell
me

She
said

Now
pass
me a
cigarette

I’m Here All Day…

I’ve
slept
most
of the
night
tonight

And I
haven’t
yet
got
out
of bed

I wish
I could
say
I am
ill or
something

But
it’s
actually
just
apathy
instead

Nocturnal Naughtiness

You
were
in my
dreams
last night

We
kissed
longingly
by the
fire

Although
I woke
with a
painful
fright

It
didn’t
quite
quench
my desire

Dreaming

Not only
did I
sleep
last night

I
also
dreamt
of you

I
woke
up
crying

With
my
insides
dying

Oh why
can’t my
dreams
come true?

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