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 do…

…White feathers dance in my room while I’m too tired to sleep?
It seems your pillow case all [bad word] in lace was no match for me and you.

No matter what it is
Your hurting again.
Like lessons learnt in ways,
stunned silence reigns.

Clear like chrystal I understand your malcontent
and while words may not quite mean as much,
I hope this never ends.