My Bed
Mon, 19 Nov 2007 at 07:03pm
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This is my hideout underneath the covers,
Don't wipe away my tears, dear lover.
I can take care of myself, sometimes.
We can't forget the paths we've chosen,
And we can't toy with what's been broken.
So that's the way life goes.
It was somewhat worth the time I spent,
My back's not broken, only bent.
Your intentions were always good.
Feeling empty much like this room,
Your time has left me all too soon.
But I'm still independent, so you know.
There's no regret for my mistakes,
For you were one I'm glad I made.
So if you're happy, so am I.
And here I lie beneath my sheets,
At least content you have loved me.
Goodnight.
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2007-11-19
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artful_dodge
2007-11-20
A fantasy land where things are all right.
+1
noonewillknow
2007-11-21
I loved it.
Plus one.