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 Mar 2022
insomniatrical
so happy lately
maybe it's you baby
write me a song about hazy days
we sing and we dance on the daily
aren't we crazy
reaching so far for the stars
we get spacey
you're singing to me in the car
how did we get so close to home
by running so far but never alone
speeding and crashing together in the snow like
your arms are where i was destined to go
and my soul is the only one that you wanna know
we're spinning and feeling
unreeling and healing
if i was a liar i'd claim that you were stealing
my heart but i can only scream at the top of my lungs
that oh, Sunshine
my Love, my Light
i am giving it to you
eagerly,
entirely,
every day
and every night
jc
 Mar 2022
insomniatrical
He liked one of the songs I played
So much
That he saved it
He plays it
Doing the dishes

He sways against me and sings in my ear
Softly, sweetly
Like a person discovering love
He sings songs he knows,
And songs of his own

Twisting his fingers with mine
Dancing,
Intertwined
Smooth and warm
On the palm of my hand

He is a constant concert,
I dance and hum in tune
The rhythm of his words
From the morning
To the afternoon

— The End —