The Alarm Clock
Dreams so sweet, fantasy of the mind
Mattress of feathers, soft as clouds
Covered in the warmth and safety
The touch of a lovers arms
The alarm "Screams" it's annoying mouth
Like a blood sucking mosquito
With it's endless thirst
I call out his name with echoes
Softly at first and then painfully loud
Honey...buzz
Sweety...buzz
Scott...buzz
Scott...Buzz
SCOTT...BUZZ!!
There is finally a movement, slow as molasses
Now I disappear back into the sweetness
Of my fantasy...
Copyright © Tracey Scott | Year Posted 2008
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