by Dexter Brockman

Created on: September 28, 2008

While You Sleep

Say baby, memba when we first met on the sidewalk by that stop sign?
Didn't I approach you with something corny, like a nursery rhyme?
I remember, it was, "Hey baby, what's your name, what's your sign?"

Even though I came at you unprepared, and shot you that lame line.
Instead of acting like the standard girls your age that's in their prime,
You still gave me your attention and shared w/ me that moment in time.

Its funny, memba when we had that big fight outside, and you tried to shine?
Ok, I'll take the blame for getting loud and speaking words that were unkind.
Memba when the law arrived, how we cuddle up and no one dropped the dime!

I can't lie, on everything, I loved you more than I loved my life or the blood I bled.
You can agree the stupidest thing we did, was that time we spent the nite in the Shed.
That nite under the stars was spectacular, how you touched me, we know where that led.

I didn't eat anything for days after that nite, my emotions were permanently mentally fed.
Our families told us two years, two day and we would part, memba, that's what they said.
We sure fooled them, it's been twenty plus, love is still unbiased as if one of us was dead.

When we started this we made a vow there will be no tail, both of us will be at the head.
You've been there not behind nor in front, but by my side as we do when we lay in bed.
Times been up and down, but greatness came w/ a smile like a four Ace Poker Spread.

We walked through Egypt, parted the Red Sea, in June we celebrated our New Year.
Look at us, we got it all, big house on the hill, no ditch in the yard we live off a pier.
What about that lil girl we often planned, what would name her, oh yea Shimmere.

That miscarriage spooked us, listening to that doctor, losing you was a great fear.
Hey, we dodge that one, when the sun sets, it's not I'm going to bed, it's we're.
Ohh bay, memba when we snuck in the basement got drunk off your dad beer?

I look back on those wonderful days, some of the stuff breaks me down to shed a tear.
At nite I lay in this bed next to you whispering in this urn wishing you were still here.
I will continue repeating lines 1-24, though you're in Heaven, these words you can hear.

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