Crisp white duvet twists into self with pastel trees
I see the trails along the fabric with the bumblebees
Long haired brunette, printed t-shirt,
Watermelons and cherries, I watch them flirt
His arm tenses I watch his muscle animate
He yawns he says it’s getting late
She curls into him lays her head on his chest
They stay in a loving embrace while they rest
I’m sat beside with an empty space both in my head and heart
There is nothing for me but an end to another start
I watch, I observe I stay quiet as their murmurs fill this room
Their openness terrifies me, I store everything of myself in my stone tomb
Intimate touch I feel the electricity fly, it bounces from these four walls
Their feelings grow but like a ghost my tortured soul haunts these halls
Because I watch these two creatures share a moment we all crave
Then I look at my life and want to return to my loveless cave
In the mountains of solitude where I choose to reside
With no love no one by myside
I watch this innocence hopeful and true
Maybe someday the man I want will love me and I pray that I can love him too
Until then I’m in a bed made for three
I’ll keep fighting this war in my mind against me
Tangled together skin on skin hair through his fingers
My desperation and my needs stay to linger
Maybe I’ll have the same one day…………….
One day, I hope for a bed only made for two where I can forever lay.