I am as I always have been;
Here, just never present.
Easier that way,
For us all,
preferable even.
Certainly tidier.
Clean your mess up! you tell me.
I've tried
I'll try again
I pick up the duster
I open the curtains
But the light creeps in
When I don't want it there at all
And when I don't come home for a while
And when I don't ever leave
The dust finds a way back to it's favourite resting spots.
Clean it yourself!
If you would want it clean.
I wouldn't let you though.
For your benefit, my sweet.
I'm protecting you from all kinds of spiders.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
I am as I always have been;
Here, just never present.
Easier that way,
For us all,
preferable even.
Certainly tidier.
Clean your mess up! you tell me.
I've tried
I'll try again
I pick up the duster
I open the curtains
But the light creeps in
When I don't want it there at all
And when I don't come home for a while
And when I don't ever leave
The dust finds a way back to it's favourite resting spots.
Clean it yourself!
If you would want it clean.
I wouldn't let you though.
For your benefit, my sweet.
I'm protecting you from all kinds of spiders.
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