I switched to rum at midnight
And dreamed a silent prayer
And hoped for things to work out here
And maybe over there.
I watered all the plants
And took the trash outside
And dreamed I wasn’t terrible
And you had what you need.
Nothing’s on and I should sleep
But it doesn’t always take
Perhaps I’d say a thing or two
If you were eating ice-cream drinking wine and sitting in my lap.
Ahh, I can really relate to this… Sounds like every night of my life, and you write as I think! Great piece!
I am delighted to hear when my work resonates with someone else. Thank you for taking the time to say so.
Oh, my sweet man,
Ice cream would have tasted
So sweet
In my bitter mouth.
Im sure you know my truth.
I am sure that many things
Would taste quite sweet
In your bitter mouth this day
But many of them would make you ill
And which is which is hard to say…