i have a bed that is going to waste.
why did you ever leave my dear?
you know it had grown attached.
there's still an imprint from where you used to lay.
i don't know what to say.
i tried to flip it over,
but there it is...
the spot where you belong.
i hope wherever you are now,
you've got that kind of comfort.
because my bed is tearing up
the arm rests are cold and hard
bottling up emotions
because it cant wrap around you
support you when you're hurt
feel your love
and protect you as you sleep.
my bed is going to waste
because without you in it
why bother sleeping there?
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