Now I lay me down to sleep.
Though this recitation does not call for me to weep,
And yet, you'll find me as I lie
Down in bed I start to cry.
For when in bed I think too much,
Of unrequited love and such.
I know I should not worry bout such things,
But I'm sure most do it, even kings.
Yeah, that last one was a lame rhyme,
So sue me, it still took time.
I told her things I did not mean,
Because I didn't know which way to lean.
I told her her nails hurt like a bitch,
When really they cured an insufferable itch.
My first and only feeling of stage fright, so far,
Came from talking to her, I wish I had a car.
Transcending daily moments, I have peace in my soul,
But at any given moment, I'm tortured by the cold.
Not the chill of day, or the freeze of night,
Rather the frost of love in all its might.
That is all this one has to say,
No, seriously. That's it.