My beloved, procrastination

Your ever enchanting chorus of

there's always tomorrow

delightfully haunts my brain.

My dear, procrastination

Your lullabies of sweet nothing invade my ears

as your sounds entrance I begin to forget

and slowly everything of importance will vanish.

My darling, procrastination

Your siren song traps me in a never ending cycle

as your lovely arms wrap around my neck

and welcome me to bed at four o'clock in the afternoon.

My sweet, procrastination

I find you lurking in one too many seasons of a show

as my eyes become red and shadows sink in

and honestly our relationship is getting rather dull.

I fear you have taken a liking to my depression

and I am not sure how to rid you from my home

You have buried yourself deep into my heart

but please, Procrastination you must go.