Waterbottle
I try so hard, imagine,
You’re so safe within your skin.
But it’s too much, the passion,
I got a whole space to fill in.
Something nice to wake with,
That couldn’t burn or scold,
Never cease reminding me,
Even when I’m old
Of how the days are precious,
How the nights are warm,
Just be nice to wake with
To a glowing happy morn.
To snuggle close and feel you
On a night as cold as sin,
The care I’d take in knowing
When you’re empty, that you’re thin.
I’d watch the water gently,
Making sure it’s not too hot,
Careful not to break you,
Afterall, you’re all I’ve got.
And how the days are precious,
How the nights are warm,
Just be nice to wake with
To a glowing happy morn.