I got no sleep No good reason why Now I'm stumbling And bumping into walls Up is down and down Is sideways I can't hold a conversation I'm a touch zombified So now I'll set my alarm And get what zzzzs I can before I head out.
This is the coldest room in the house, they say as we pull out the fan with its blades a- swirling and fill the air with Friday night conjectures. Her fears come out in rivulets: red and black striped maunder with thorns and petals maybe rosy but I can’t see it’s dark.
The doctor’s screen flashes with boxes, bells, ribbons all so enchanting, shimmering, shining; She’s been forgiven; God says ‘yes, you are,’ and she claps ‘please, please,’ her lungs now underseas, with blue ***** and barricudas in search of new colonies.
In the beginning it wasn't easy The tides were rough The going was tough The weather was adverse The sailing was anything but smooth At first we hated We couldn't stand each other There was constant firing from both ends And we both had to take cover Then like civilized people we discussed and debated Whether we were right for each other Finally we concluded that we should give ourselves a chance And do that sinful dance And now after a year We both are happy and secure ..there is no fear Our evenings are fulfilling And nights are thrilling
Amazing how things work out if we give them a chance to work out