Tired and lonely, Safe in my Bed
Tomorrow’s a new day
Filled with hope and with dread
The memory of joy
At the sound of her Text
The reality of how I’ll never hear it again
The hope that one day I’ll crave a new sound
That next time the spark will not sputter and die
Like a flame snuffed out, a beautiful lie
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
Tired and lonely, Safe in my Bed
Tomorrow’s a new day
Filled with hope and with dread
The memory of joy
At the sound of her Text
The reality of how I’ll never hear it again
The hope that one day I’ll crave a new sound
That next time the spark will not sputter and die
Like a flame snuffed out, a beautiful lie
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