I Like It When You Sleep

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful - yet so unaware of it
i like it when you sleep, for i can go outside alone amongst the due and feel at last and one with you
i like it when you sleep, for it is where the worries meet with all desires complex and small that materialise upon your wall.
i like it when you sleep, for smoking is great and i do alot more without you awake
i like it when you sleep, for the things missed too and to know i'm alive longer than you
i like it when you sleep, for the infinite sadness of London and loses and fold out matress
i like it when you sleep, for the reasons i can't so i jealously squirm and count moles on your arms
i like it when you sleep, forgive me my dear for all the cocaine has imprisoned me here
i like it when you sleep, for i'm guilty of work and match of the day and the girls that twerk
i like it when you sleep, for my return after weeks is an incomplete feeling when you are not dreaming
i like it when you sleep, for during the day your breath lacks character
i like it when you sleep, for i swear i'll protect her from the wheedling, redolent, saccharine nectar
i like it when you sleep, for there are cracks in my ceiling that i know like the back of my heart - and to learn of your body in half of that manner was something desired from the start
i like it when you sleep, forbidden i sit in my chair for a bit
i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful - yet so unaware of it

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