My Bed
My bed, my beautiful perfectly cubicle unusual bed,
the one place I can sleep forever, without being dead,
iv'e had dreams, seen ultra light beams and red in
this bed, oh this lovely, comfy non bumpy of a bed,
almost touching the wall, my legs, on pillows, my head,
rest where the bearer of bad news isn't fed, hibernation
for me instead, I can sleep right here, right now in
My bed, my beautiful perfectly cubicle unusual bed.
Copyright © Key V. | Year Posted 2016
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