BEAUTY IN BLACK
December 5, 2015
If you’re tired to talk
If it’s too late for listening
My little time to tell you
But I think I just must tell you both
My dreams were dark no darker
Much darker than your bedroom
I’m afraid and I need to tell you
I want to tell you to hug me
And to let me under your blankets.
One morning I saw you and they were off
I stood and stared
You were the very best thing I ever saw
Both of you were so good I cried.
I don’t want to wake you
Just my little time to tell you both
My dreams were dark no darker.