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My bed squeaks, filled With empty thoughts. I’d rather it be still, Then sleep wouldn’t hide, Scared of all the noise. Grateful, It’d bring with it dreams. Sweet, golden ones To fill my empty thoughts With the warmth of you.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Squeak
My bed squeaks, filled With empty thoughts. I’d rather it be still, Then sleep wouldn’t hide, Scared of all the noise. Grateful, It’d bring with it dreams. Sweet, golden ones To fill my empty thoughts With the warmth of you.
Exploring the ending/beginning of relationships, where all those emotions make it hard to sleep, but to sleep is to dream and they can be mostly pleasant. But perhaps it's the fear of the unpleasant that really keeps us from the bed.
#squeak#thoughts#empty#noise#dreams#warmth
SilverLaughter
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SilverLaughter
28/F/Vermont
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
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