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| Not What You May Think |
| The four hours of your time,
I do cherish every night, Engulfs every inch of my body and mind. Just can't seem to get enough of you, Many more hours I am sure I can pull through. The way you sneak up when I least expect it. The way I get numb when I am overtaken. When I don't get enough of, how I start shakin'. What I wouldn't give for a full night, So in the morning I feel sated and alive. For me you're the worst addiction I have ever had to face. I am glad you usually wait to attack til we are in the proper place. I know there will come a time when I can have you forever; When it comes I will embrace it for worse or for better. You take me for who I am, not hiding any thoughts, When in pain, you comfort me better then any medicine I bought. You ask for nothing in return, for which I am grateful; Always there when I have a physical, mental, or emotional plate full. Again I thank you, from somewhere down deep, I will meet with you now, my dear love called sleep. (c) copyright 9/25/05 Melia Teka |
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