The bed I've made
Tue, 3 Jul 2007 at 01:32pm
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So I'll distance myself,
And I won't talk about it,
Even though it's the only thing on my mind.
But it was my decision,
My own mind which I made up,
My own mistake.
So I'll lie in the bed I made,
Full of nails and broken glass,
It seemed so much softer when you used to lie with me.
I'll lie there not with a broken heart,
But with a heavy one,
Full of regret, it weighs like a led balloon in my chest.
We can't, she says,
It'll get easier, she says,
I'm sorry, she says,
No regrets, she says,
I know, I say, and that's the worst part.
I should have tried harder,
I took the easy way out,
I shouldn't have taken you for granted, I can see that now.
So I'll lie here in the bed I made,
Full of nails and broken glass
It seemed so much softer when you used to lie with me
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2007-07-03
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were:
0 minus votes,
7 plus votes, and
1 astars.
kluny
2007-07-03
niiiiice
golden_orchids
2007-07-03
+1
cammy
2007-07-21
Nice, i like it :) +1
2007-07-31
Kate...
emilyexstacy
2007-08-03
You're stuff is the best I've read.
And this peice is absolutly riviting.
And so touching,
I think I know exactly how you feel.
2007-08-21
This is great, Bowers.
I love it.
:)
macca
2008-03-23
You're really good at writing. Damn you!
2009-07-14
amazing.
