The Bed we made


On a water of blue sky rests a place of comfort for our wild souls.
On that bed we lay our feeble minds together, nothing is wrong when we are here. The world is at pause.

A bed of deceit, a bed where our heart deceive our love. Where our yes turns to no. There is comfort but there is no love, there is peace but no pleasure

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We made it together, enjoyed it’s youthful life and eventually we grew bored with us but our bed still stayed there with its soothing comfort.

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