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The Broken Water- Bed

January 27, 2016

The pillow that holds our secrets

The blanket that covered our souls

The love stained sheets

Held your past, present, and future

 

And, all I wanted was a new bed

One that would hold just our own

A ring that would rap around it all

History in our name where old memories wouldn’t remain

 

Years in the making, and you didn’t see the heart breaking

Every-time the lights went out and the mix feelings grew

In a bed that wasn’t made for us, and you knew this too

And, now the sheets are cold

A story left untold…

 

And, the bed that holds gallons of water

Encased by a structure

Many drawers broken that hold emptiness

And, the water spews out every corner of our memories there…

Life doesn’t provide patches…

 

 

 

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