Underthebed

the phone is RINGING......
i know who it isn't

i have to get out
from under the bed
i have to do what i said

i am going to be nice
i will not 
be sad
or mad
or the perception
of bad

but, oh....honey
it is so 
sweet and dark under here

i can almost
feel your breath 
in my ear
your whisper
your lips
oh, babe, YOUROUR lips

but oh, now i must do
as i promised 
because if i am honest
i don't want to be
talked about 
in the missions

so i will do as i said
and i will pullllllllll
myself out
from under
the bed 

with a heavy 
dead
heart.

janetta harrington
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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