Head trust, heart must cuddle,
Care and,
“More wine over here!”
Is this a dream? All things are,
It seems,
Because I always wake up to something
Different.
I am forever goddess
By candlelight. Poke out the eye
Of love,
That blind it might be,
And stupid,
Stupid, stupid.
But, there’s another crumb in my bed,
I just know it!
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Head trust, heart must cuddle,
Care and,
“More wine over here!”
Is this a dream? All things are,
It seems,
Because I always wake up to something
Different.
I am forever goddess
By candlelight. Poke out the eye
Of love,
That blind it might be,
And stupid,
Stupid, stupid.
But, there’s another crumb in my bed,
I just know it!
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