|HI Guys! That's ME! Being depressed; where is my bow?|
Now Go To SleepThe green of the flourescence is hospital lighting,Now Go To Sleep by TamerLorika
and you are exhausted and hungry, and
I am stressed and lonely and we are a tired pair
So as I run around like a headless waterfowl
And you flatten out on my sheets
I wonder for the star-numbered time what in all hell we are doing.
(I wonder that often, when we pretend we are not together, every time I realise that you are as scared as I am and the touch would be welcome.
I always wonder that, when trying to decide whta role is mine)
But my lap is warm and your breathing is no longer labored -
-and yes, I can hear the moment that you drop asleep -
and I draw patterns in your shoulder.
You've given up completley, content, trusting me to keep you safe, and I love it, love the weight and heft and quite breathing..
You'll wheedle this honey-warmth out of me
or I'll shyly force it on you, but
feel the happiness as I felt it, because I wish you the same kind of happiness that I found with a beautiful girl curled in my lap.
I can't actually draw so I try to do clever things with words. It doesn't always turn out well.
"The thing about stories is, you gotta pick the ones that last." - Terry Pratchett
"Lovely word, 'quagmire'" - Christopher Paolini
I like to say I'm a professional, although money for words is slow. I have a bad habit of spewing them everywhere, for free, whether you like it or not.