Sunday, 13 October 2019

Up At Night

I hear you crying
At night
I can see you
Without the light
You're bent over the window
Asking why
I see you
And I too want to cry

I often worry
When you can't sleep
It means something up with you
I want to ask a question
But I sit in my seat
Who's done what to you

I hear you talking
At night
I see you over
By the light
You're sipping some tea
Muttering hate
I listen
But it's much too late


I often worry
When you can't sleep
It means something up with you
I want to ask a question
But I sit in my seat
Who's done what to you

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