Somehow my bed is important to me
When I pull the blankets up so high I can barely see
When my body is warm and relaxed and free
No, it's no diamond ring, but it's important to me
It is the harvester of my dreams
It's excepts my sleepy eyes as they seem
It absorbs the first morning lights beam
And all the nightmares in which I scream
When I spend my sleepless night alone, it is my true home
Even when I dread going to bed
It is always better the second I lay down my head.
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Poetrythis is just poems about... life i guess its hard but you have to move through it like everyone else.
