7am


Seven o'clock I wake up
You're not beside me
I realise I broke a promise and I start to cry
I try to remedy but it just doesn't seem any better
You say you can't sleep until you've heard my voice
I believe that when you fall asleep on the phone
I feel so guilty for stealing away your sleep
I'm so sorry darling
I'll try harder next time



A.D.
© 13th December 2002
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