Sweet disturbance
Like the buzzing of a bee,
Just next to my ear,
Like an old ceiling fan,
Right above my head,
Like a lover-boy speaking in a cell phone,
Just next to my seat,
Like a loud horn in a bus,
Right in the front row,
Like a talkative friend,
Just next to you in at the cinema,
Like a loud mouthed boss,
Right before you a pain everywhere,
Like the ring tone of a cell phone,
Just when you break your head with a code,
Like the hush of a cloud,
Right when you admire the moon’s its beauty,
Like the tone of a little love fight,
Just when he is late for dinner,
My love for you,
Is it an in-healable wound?
No I call it a sweet disturbance,
A never-ending pleasurable PAIN…
Just next to my ear,
Like an old ceiling fan,
Right above my head,
Like a lover-boy speaking in a cell phone,
Just next to my seat,
Like a loud horn in a bus,
Right in the front row,
Like a talkative friend,
Just next to you in at the cinema,
Like a loud mouthed boss,
Right before you a pain everywhere,
Like the ring tone of a cell phone,
Just when you break your head with a code,
Like the hush of a cloud,
Right when you admire the moon’s its beauty,
Like the tone of a little love fight,
Just when he is late for dinner,
My love for you,
Is it an in-healable wound?
No I call it a sweet disturbance,
A never-ending pleasurable PAIN…
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