I often think of you
I guess that means I love you
When was the last time I had a deep dreamless sleep?
Probably more then a month.
I lay in slumber so light I can hear the pigeons cooing and clicking in the alley.
Coated in sweat and shivers.
You dance through my REM cycle keeping me awake.
So loud and so silent
The city beats like a tattered drum
The moral is low
The eyes around me are dead and glazed
The lights shine for them
An over compensation
We douse everything in romance these days