Happy holidays, darling (three fucking weeks without you)
Sleepless and sick with love;
I did not have enough to drink
I was hoping the wine and the company
would help me not to think
It worked for a good few hours
but now the evening's through
It's 3 a.m, I'm wide awake
and thinking of nothing but you
Should I have stayed in your arms?
Should I have dared a kiss?
I don't know how to make you realise
We can't say no to this
Do you know how I really feel?
Have you seen that I'm in this deep?
Do you think I'm just in for a flirt or a fling,
Would it shock you that I can't sleep?
In my mind I still hear your voice
My skin feels your lingering touch
I'm sleepless and sick with love
And I miss you so goddamn much
Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2009-08-15 at 20:13
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