i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful - yet so unaware of it i like it when you sleep, for i can go outside alone amongst the due and feel at last and one with you i like it when you sleep, for it is where the worries meet with all desires complex and small that materialise upon your wall. i like it when you sleep, for smoking is great and i do alot more without you awake i like it when you sleep, for the things missed too and to know i'm alive longer than you i like it when you sleep, for the infinite sadness of London and loses and fold out matress i like it when you sleep, for the reasons i can't so i jealously squirm and count moles on your arms i like it when you sleep, forgive me my dear for all the c**aine has imprisoned me here i like it when you sleep, for i'm guilty of work and match of the day and the girls that twerk i like it when you sleep, for my return after weeks is an incomplete feeling when you are not dreaming i like it when you sleep, for during the day your breath lacks character i like it when you sleep, for i swear i'll protect her from the wheedling, redolent, saccharine nectar i like it when you sleep, for there are cracks in my ceiling that i know like the back of my heart - and to learn of your body in half of that manner was something desired from the start i like it when you sleep, forbidden i sit in my chair for a bit i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful - yet so unaware of it MATTY