Change my friends

I love it here

cool wind

alone with my fears, people talk less

Although the street light comforts me

the breeze at midnight won't agree

My castle walls are made with paper

I assemble it when sleep comes over

He comes so late and leaves too early

sometimes it feels like he won't be visiting

when he does, we forget the streetlight and people walking

My two best friends never meet

not long after sleep awakens

hunger eats most hours with me

I weather through his aches

He sings for my embrace

His toxic love weary me

not as much as a bed and a hot meal

proper shade, filled with cotton and wood

To say I love it here

is to hope I loose my friends

not sleep, I want him near

hunger visits once or twice a year