She and Sleep
When the heart was the pillow
Was when I knew I lost the bed
Eyes closed,while sitting on that
window
No sleeping-with the heart that
bled
The mind always goes on a
funeral
I kept the memories of us
under the pillow-case
Your reflection from the moon,
stands so admiral
As I pretend to be asleep, while
lost in the maze
That separates the mind from
the brain
She's more than just an option,
just being too deep
She won't embrace the loveless
body, until after the rain
When you love someone,it's
when you lost sleep.
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