A bed poem
Something I write as it pours outside
Something I write as I think of what it's like to not be alone
Wishing you were by my side

A bed poem
Something i write when the night is quiet
Something I write as I stare into the photograph
Longing for the good old days, my mind drowning in nolstagia

A bed poem
Something I write as I try to guess what I'll dream about
Something I write when in my heart something is lacking
Don't know how I got here, I must've been lucky

A bed poem
Something I write because you only call occasionally
Something I write because poetry is a good mode of expression
And am not ready to open up to anyone