Some nights I'll sit in a corner of my room
Because my bed is too big for just one person
And the walls provide some sort of comfort
That an empty bed can't give
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Confessions
RandomSo it's not really poetry, just little snippets of things I do or think when the darkness settles in
Empty beds and Supportive Walls
Some nights I'll sit in a corner of my room
Because my bed is too big for just one person
And the walls provide some sort of comfort
That an empty bed can't give
