Time to sleep

The clock is about to strike two
but i am here stuck with you
both of us dont know what to do
staring at each other without a clue

I want to look away quick
tearing myself apart is the trick
such addiction is really sick
much worse than the proverbial drink

What is it that keeps me here
moments apart i start to fear
every awake thought is to be near
to keep looking at you, dear

why dont you ever leave me alone
why do you make me suffer and moan
what will i do when you are gone
how deep has this feel grown

but alas, it is time to sleep
dont cry, dont you weep
its got to be a faith of leap
i shall be back to you in a beep

so go to sleep my sweet birdie
i shall come back in the morning
take life a bit easy
after all you are just a PC

(the above poem was written at 2 in the night, sleep deprived, hunger induced when i had a call with a potential client, who by the way rescheduled it to next week.....so all brickbats and bouqets to be given only after taking these factors into consideration....warning: no proposals from any desktops or laptops will be considered...iam still human and my interface with machines is purely of a professional nature)