Why do you hide yourself deep
inside my blankets, destroying my peace?
You send chills all over my body,
I cringe at the thought of you,
itch for no reason at all.
I have the pleasure of sleeping on
a hard, scratchy towel-
no covers to cozy in,
no warmth to comfort me.
Instead I sit here, lamp on, eyes
wide open, awaiting your ghostly arrival.
Perros howling songs of pain,
discomfort at your presence,
another reason I cannot find rest.
No, this is not a sweet seranade
to give you the attention you seek.
Not a soul out there longs for your presence,
waits for your arrival.
They cry at the thought of you,
shun themselves from your presence.
And so I lye in the darkness.
Loneliness only my fondest dream.
3 comments:
oh so funny! yet so sick and nasty and glad I don't have to sleep there or just lay there!! Miss you too, so much. We wanted you to be there with us today! It was magical-but not as magical without our baby sister! Come home now please!
Ewwwwww...good luck with that Rach. Seriously, that's disgusting. But your writing was wonderful.
Enjoy your trip! (Minus the bugs...)
I was laughing so hard I cried. I love you so much and think you are the funniest girl around! Seriouly, I miss you and am excited to see you on Saturday. Stay Clean
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