Brittney Pennington

(19/12/1991 / Crourd 'd lane)

My bed


In a whole I have made my bed
I lay each night in the dark telling myself im happy waiting as time passes by and I wast away
thinking of the choice I made hoping it all works out
knowing there is no undoing what's been done
dreaming of the one that will never be mine whlie I am somebody else's
knowing the end is not near
and nothing will change
I made my bed now I most lay in it

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Sunday, July 14, 2013
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  • Khairul Ahsan (7/18/2013 11:53:00 PM)

    dreaming of the one that will never be mine whlie I am somebody else's
    This is a difficult dream to cope with. (Report) Reply

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