This bed is my witness

This bed is more important to me than a lover

This bed soaks up my tears

Keeps me warm from the cold

The home of my darkness and deep dimensions

This bed hears my prayers that I whisper silently at night.

Knows the story behind the words that I write.

This is the bed where I lay my head to rest

This bed is my one and only witness to my real life.

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2 Comments

    • I don’t really know what to say to that. But it’s good the know that others can relate to same stuff x

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