Some days the bed is soft
Comforting and warm
Reassuring me of welcome
With blankets torn
Memories of dreams
In the pillows and the sheets
Enchanting you into sleep
Other days the bed is hard
Like rocks and stones
It's rough and empty
It aches your bones
And you can't rest your head
Can't seem to put down your phone
Some days the bed is fine
The room is just right
However its your mind
That feels uneasy this time
Memories of dreams no longer in your head.
Holes in the torn blankets
Catching your toes instead.
Than there is those nights we want
The ones that leave memories of dreams
Leave holes in the blankets and torn sheets
Those nights we can't remember
Those nights we do
Sometimes the bed is softer
Guess with who?
By Robin L.A. Shaw
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