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Out of Sorts

A touch babe
  
I'm distracted with the distance of things  
   
Out of sorts  
   
Though I would not call it so  
   
But lately  
   
Time does seem to keep a strange measure  
   
The day goes not too long  
   
Nor the night too short  
   
But over all a twilight's settled  
   
For I fear I have lost you in the comings and goings of little things  
   
Inconsequential things  
   
Things having little weight and slight meaning  
   
I need the strength of your vulnerability
   
Your softness
   
To pull me back from headstrong and reckless  
   
Let me lay back in your arms  
   
And whisper to me the old dreams  
   
Our first dreams  
   
Tenderly  
   
For I need to know you still believe  
   
That you still dream  
   
And dream of me  
   
Written by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
Published | Edited 22nd Sep 2021
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