I love her
so I tell her last night
'Remember,
when you wake up tomorrow
it was NOT a dream
it really happened
so DON'T think it was a dream
because if you do
even for a brief moment
the pain will sneak up on you
and stab you in the heart.
So remember my sweet
it was not a dream
it really happened
don't let that heartless b*****d
sneak up on you'
on our way out today
- our second memorable journey
in four weeks
she sings along with Michael Stipe
about having a 'bad day'
my heart breaks
it must contain
rather a lot of
rising damp
so I do the old deep breath-look up
and some rapid eye movement
(Mr Stipe approves)
and it works again
I'm hugging
a grenade
in mid-explosion
the shrapnel loves me
makes me feel alive
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