My Bed:
A poem written by my semi-conscious mind to the beating of my alarm clock.
I give my warm sheets a final hug.
We are always too long apart, and never long enough together.
Waiting to be bathed in moonlight again,
We share one last embrace.
Knowing we shall be reunited on the morrow,
Parting tis such sweet sorrow.
2 comments:
oh my dear goodness. i feel like you are my clone or something. i am getting a little nervous. i wrote a poem not long ago about my bed... it is on my blog too. hmmmmm. i understand you just want to be like me! even your blog name is just like mine. i see how it is. you don't have to deny it.
What?! Did you really? I don't believe it!
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