we're so beautiful,
you and i
but i'm getting tired,
will you wake me up?
lift my eyelids with your heart,
soothe my tired soul with a kiss.
laziness is both a virtue and a curse,
because for some day i am afraid
that i will be too dazed
to feel for you anymore.
i'm getting too sleepy.
if i'm not a bore,
and you're not too bothered
if it's not too hard,
and we're not too fragile
if we haven't already broken,
and lines aren't too sharp
can you please wake me up now?
may i plead that you do
before it's too late for us,
or has the time already come,
as the clock strikes twelve
i'm getting tired.
10:32 pm october 6th
