My Bed Poem by Brittney Miller
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
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4/25/2024 2:11:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
dreaming of the one that will never be mine whlie I am somebody else's This is a difficult dream to cope with.