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Ode To My True Lover
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Blah The cold tiles rattle my senses
As soon as I climb out of bed
Waking up the last vestiges of me
That refused to admit I wasn’t asleep
Before the culture shock of water
Running deeply
Down my skin
And into an endless drain
That I always wondered
Where it lead to.
Morning starts with a shatter
Of glass on my morning’s dew
Glass breaking over my head
As I reach over to pick up the pieces
Hoping I’ve retained enough of my sanity
To stay in bed
But somehow
I never do.
All I ever want
Is to crawl
Every so slowly
Back into the warmth of your embrace
You, who have held me so tightly through the night
And let me know
That no matter who breaks my heart
You will always be there
To keep me safe
Through the lonely nights.
August 29, 2003
