What's that girl with that book?
That normally reads in a nook.
I want one more night with her.
To dance.
I say; "My darling, can we dance?"
She replied yes.
I don't want her to see me like this.
All pale and sick.
In this uncomfortable bed.
It's not like her.
Now, I'm all selfish to my friends.
I'm just pitiful without her.
Just want one more dance.
One more night.
With that girl.
That hides in a nook.
With her book.
