Clouds poetry

Beds

You wash a headache like a mother faucet
You bring comfort, like hot breads in the oven
You rise and ships you sink door you creek
And promises you keep you un break promises
You smell/reek you feel soft and firm, handkerchief you Wipe tears and backs you pat, love you make and Fire you burned, like a child you grow up and like humans you get old, you crumble, courage you
give, you nightmare, you soak anxiety, sickness
You welcome death, you fight death, you live, walk
You even talk sometimes, but most of the time your
Silent, quite, when you want peace, you neat, you
Keep Clean, you are messy, and sometimes you test
Me lost my things, you I found them, you listen to
Prayers, you don't, you ignore, you cough, you get up-advice you give too, you wait and wait you get
Cold you are warm, you listen best friend you are
You huff and puff you get annoyed, you pillow,
You blanket, you hug, you give, selfish you are and sometimes you are selfless, you playground you
Love, You smile, you root, you let go.

-ashes poetry
A/N decided to write a poem about Beds lol
Sometimes I think beds are like many things
And a best friend and most of all it's a comfort place or thing however you want say it Enjoy.