Hey sleepy head?
Where are you tonight?
Are you standing in the corner?
Over by the white christmas lights?
With a miscellaneous mug,
Stolen from not-your-kitchen cabinet.
Are you not ever tired?
Do you never sleep?
And when you do,
What could you possibly dream?
Of red and white flowers?
no
Of bombs destroying towers?
no
Of illustrated novels about foxes?
no
Do you dream of anything?
Or is your soul as empty,
As your eyes seem to be?
And when I kiss you,
why do you turn away from me?
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
Hey sleepy head?
Where are you tonight?
Are you standing in the corner?
Over by the white christmas lights?
With a miscellaneous mug,
Stolen from not-your-kitchen cabinet.
Are you not ever tired?
Do you never sleep?
And when you do,
What could you possibly dream?
Of red and white flowers?
no
Of bombs destroying towers?
no
Of illustrated novels about foxes?
no
Do you dream of anything?
Or is your soul as empty,
As your eyes seem to be?
And when I kiss you,
why do you turn away from me?
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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