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Bed.

On that bed

With your blue sheets

Your one small pillow

Your thick cover

 

We first kissed

It was new

It was passionate

It was indescribable, really.

 

We would nap

Always the same

Windows open for breezes

Bodies embraced for warmth

 

On that bed

A bond was shared

One I thought couldn't be broken

 

On that bed

Marriage was proposed

No hesitation; yes.

 

We promised our lives to each other

On that bed

 

On that very same bed

You betrayed me

In every sense of the simple word

 

On that bed where we had everything

In one swift move

It was taken from me, from us.

 

Where I felt most safe, most loved.

I'm now ashamed and broken

On our bed.

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Written by
julia-wildman
American
Published
Sep 15, 2011
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