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While you were drifting between dreams,
I was shuffling between these sheets,
Sinking in the tee you threw on me,
Playing a soundtrack on our street.
I was melting in increasing wraps,
Tossing between time we trapped,
Smiling silly on whispered facts,
Slipping into comfort shared.
I was sneaking up beside your face,
Studying you exhale exhausted days,
Searching the worlds you gazed,
Falling in love in a maze,
While you slept sideways.
But moma found me awake at 3,
Going giggly alone in a dark feast,
Burying my black curls in the crease,
Suffocating myself in love’s disease.
She left my forehead a gentle kiss,
Tugged me in bed and said this,
“WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING?!”
Whoops!
She wouldn’t have believed me even if I had told her, Dar’ !
It was about this morning’s chemistry lecture!
She said I’ve been like this for the past 150days!
And I’m seeing the psychiatrist this coming Monday!
To have my name tagged around my wrist.
And a private penthouse in Bethlem Royal’s east.
Moma said it’ll be good for me.
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Nigel’s Tights.
