Thursday, January 29, 2004

Your mother should know

There's only a few moments left before the clock strikes twelve
my princely garb is disappearing
It's not endearing

Couldn't manage to drop a black leather boot behind
something for you to find
to ease your mind

I am here, snug in my bed,
thoughts of you rift through my head

Good night, good night.... sleep sweet and tight.

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