You're on the bed
In your room
And it's hot because the power's out due to the storm two nights ago
And the bed is not much of a bed
Merely a mattress on the floor
Because you could no longer stand the sight of the old
So you stripped it bare to start anew
The painted white walls
Hardwood floors
And your restless heart all agree
That these hands are not your own
Now you're laying on your bed
In your room
Alone
YOU ARE READING
Into the Lavender Bush
PoetryTW - This book can at times cover sad and serious topics, such as emotional manipulation and depression. Tread with caution. The purpose of this book was, at first, only to have a place to rant; but I have come to the realization that there might be...
