A Cold Bed

Cover my eyes
Ive seen to much.
Tell me storys
because I dont want to hear the truth.
Keep me hidden
I cant be exposed.
Help me I cant sleep.
I can still smell you on my pillow.
My bed is so cold
how did I let your warm heart go?
As I sleepwalk to lonelyness
I can still feel your breathe on my neck.
I wake up in a nightmare because youre not there.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Kinch  Avatar
June 11, 2017 at 9:03 AM
Sadness in your words.
Ginn Avatar
March 9, 2009 at 3:56 AM
Oh so sad Reggie. I bet it happens many times hence the phrase you don't know what youve got till its gone. Nice writing.
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