She is good

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© moonchild
it is late
and i’m dreaming
yet my eyes
are still open
and in vain
i imagine
the clocks hands
are just broken
moving backwards
toward the sundown
to the brainwaves
that have slowed down
voices say i should go now
i reply, i don’t know how

see there’s not
not a single
single thing
that could bring
bring me more
more enjoyment
than this thing... it’s to sing!
cause when i start to singing
cant stop me singing
yes i’ll keep on singing all night long


tomorrow i’ll be
a hazy zombie
ironically
serving massive amount of coffee
but when i see you
i’ll know why you’re undead too
oh our nocturnal muses
lure us endlessly
beyond sunrises

yes musics here
with raindrops in my hair
i’m soaked and i don’t care
willingly i do surrender
yes she does me so nice
that i’d never sacrifice
a minute of her song
for a slumber

see there’s not
not a single
single thing
that could bring
bring me more
more enjoyment
than this thing... it’s to sing!
cause when i start to singing
cant stop me singing
yes i’ll keep on singing all night long