another round of insomnia

Early this morning.

entitled: ... (Actually, I'm not quite sure yet. Medical school is influencing, so perhaps "Anatomical Positions.")

And yes, the reprise of rhyme. It's been a while.

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I’m scratching my head;
I’ve a bone to pick
Though it’s too late now,
Burned both ends of the wick.

Your smiles too much,
Your words too few
To save me now,
But you haven’t a clue.

So I’ll say it again--
Oh, it’s perfectly fine
To leave us in a stitch in time,
Saving yourself for number nine.
Well, how was I to know
Where you’d drawn the line?

My ears are burning;
My stomach’s in knots.
But we’re talking about you
And your unspoken thoughts.

I’d keep you on your toes,
But you’ve got cold feet.
And I never heard
Your heart skip a beat.

So I’ll say it again--
Oh, it’s perfectly fine
To leave us in a stitch in time,
Saving yourself for number nine.
Well, how was I to know
Where you’d drawn the line?

My knees are knocking at your door,
But you’re not answering anymore.