Move over it’s getting kind of late
Eyelids grow heavy and at this hour start to ache
The covers hide away
All our mistakes
And so do I Stop to question why
White feathers dance in my room while I’m too tired to sleep
It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you
No matter what it is You’re hurting again
Like lessons learnt in ways
Stunned silence reigns
Clear like crystal I understand your malcontent
And while words may not quite mean as much
I hope this never ends