
I wake up sometimes at night;
The dark is still there
It is not yet light
I try to remember why
I woke up; and there
Right beside me you lie
I remember now; 'twas your hand
It had slipped from where
It should be; in my hand!
I take back your hand slowly
And squeeze it very very softly
I look at your face; my angel asleep!
The dark is still there
It is not yet light
I try to remember why
I woke up; and there
Right beside me you lie
I remember now; 'twas your hand
It had slipped from where
It should be; in my hand!
I take back your hand slowly
And squeeze it very very softly
I look at your face; my angel asleep!
At last i can go back to sleep
1 comment:
its nyc n interesting.. liked the way you hv followed up the small incident... thumbs up..
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