Sssh! Hush! I'm hiding from love.
It has this obsession with me.
Love moans for me to hold it close,
then screams to be set free.
Sssh! No! Please don't turn around!
Don't even look my way!
Or else love will certainly seek me out
and plead for me to stay.
Through all my sleepless nights
anguish grew inside.
Love quietly watched
tears on my face
as they dried.
I begged Sleep to come sing my heart a lullaby.
Sleep wanted no part of what was causing me to cry.
Aw! See? Why did you move?
Here comes love, again,
promising to keep my heart safe
until the very end.
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Bonnie Simpson
J. T. Wellington is my pseudonym I am retiring as under my own name I am to Start writing..
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