poemisc

i am damned, i do

weak, i dream of strength in two, 

but i am one, you are you, tonite lets rest to morn's debut

a king sized bed, recite our dues,

wake, then sleep til' nite's blue hue

a story's read, sleep til' dead

i can see the sweet dreams dance in your head

these dreams aren't yours, sadly their mine

cause we're only connected by a hall

and the sounds of your crying

good nite