Right now is a time that no one should be awake
but watching the sunrise through the night
is a beautiful sight.
Trying to sleep is a chore and a pain
because my bed is so empty.
There is no passion,
no love,
no cuddling,
and nobody there anymore.
The only thing that can fill the emptiness
is thoughts about the wonderful things that used to be there,
wonderful things now pressed into the memory foam.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Right now is a time that no one should be awake
but watching the sunrise through the night
is a beautiful sight.
Trying to sleep is a chore and a pain
because my bed is so empty.
There is no passion,
no love,
no cuddling,
and nobody there anymore.
The only thing that can fill the emptiness
is thoughts about the wonderful things that used to be there,
wonderful things now pressed into the memory foam.
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