Bed Made For One
Crossroad,
Middle of the darken hour,
Starlights,
Fading sparkle twinkling.
Moon hidden,
Otherside Earth,
Leaving one lonely bound.
Little girl journey in roaming the woman inside,
Staring into the blaze,
Burning higher.
Bed made for one,
As she shares,
Sleeping with the enemy,
Daily,
Crushing her dreams of fairly tale happiness.
Telling her,
Not to grow up,
And snack back into the Living Shoel.
Realizing,
More than one devil,
This is her eight,
Fighting her womanhood to be silent,
Keeping death alive,
Relationship.
Wondering,
Sail passed the place of no return?
Her eyes fitted on the consuming fire,
Holding on to every breath given,
Knowing suitcase packed,
What's taking so long?
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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