The morning after
So we had a great party but the morning after she could hardly get out of bed. After some tea and aspirin she fell back to sleep so I decided to write her this little poem while she was sleeping. |
I can't lie still I toss and turn I stagger from the bed What the hell is wrong with me The throbbing in my head
I crush the pillow to my head I suffocate the hurt My head aches more My eyes are fogged I lie and keep inert
And while the aching grows in me A gentle man appears With aspirin And great green tea The pain replaced by dreams
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