Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Wrong Dreams

Cried again before I drifted off to sleep
I wish instead of crying I would instead just count sheep
Dreamed again a sweet dream of a missing friend
I wish the best for him and I wish I could see him again
A deadly secret is what I learned last night
Unfortunetly it has set me off the edge, given me a fright
I don’t want to say that I want to see him once more
These new wounds certainly do feel really sore
I cried again and I’m not sure why
Perhaps it was a bad day at work, I’m still taking in ragged sighs
I want a relief pill if there is such a thing
But I want a cool relaxor, not this pain in my heart thats like a bee sting
My dear boy, O how I can’t go with you because you scare me so
You’re beyond my abilities and I’m afriad that everyday you’ll make me feel low
Mister S Theres a few things about you that can’t be changed
Too many tattoos, distractions, displays of affection and you’re still deranged
I’m not in love with you Sir C but you have to see
I’m not in love with you because you’re such a good friend to me
Monsiour I see you have a few advantages to being with you
And I’ll be frank and true, theres no other greater friend than you
Alas J it leaves you to be the last and I haven’t anymore words to say
Except for a few, and those are that I wish I could see you again today

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