Why do you leave me when I stumble to your doorstep?
Why do you call when you know I am most unavailable?
When ever will we make our rendezvous?
I fear for the day we come crashing together and I find myself all tangled up in you, helpless on a park bench for strangers to pick-pocket me while I am lost and wandering in sweet somnia.
I am so tired but I can't sleep. I had a gup of coffo about 8 hours ago. I don't think it would still be effective. I'm probably going to look at this tomorrow and laugh, wondering what the heck I was writing... Wouldn't be the first time.