Once the sleep comes it's over.
So both of us saw what it was,
everything you were, every time.
A favorite of my dreams;
you've seen all that is me.
So, sure, you should take that;
it's one more mile, just the same.
Some nights she still charms her way out
and hopes to leave with a morning of sleep.
WELL, I had a blog written out, but I've had quite a bit of whiskey tonight so I veto'ed it. Sorry, still alive, I'll write something great when I'm sober. Not like anyone reads this anyway.
