You say I work too much,
But I can’t get enough work done,
To get me close to you,
There aren’t enough hours in the day,
Or moments in the brief time we exchange,
To soak you up so I won’t dry out,
So, I won’t need to come for another drink of you,
I try to lasso the sun and stop it from setting,
Everyday it drags me down with it,
Into the night of I have to go now,
Tomorrow is coming,
There is not stopping it.
At least I know each day,
The light had to pass through you to get to me,
Can we at least share the moonlight?
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