The bed.

The BlackShakespeare

Why do you keep lying down on me?

 

Sometimes, jumping up and down on me.

 

You need to take better care of me!

 

So I can take better care of you.

 

We spend much time together. 

 

At times, you don't even make me up when you leave.

 

I taught you loved me.

 

All of the laughter and conversations I over hear.

 

I never tell Noone.

 

My springs Sometimes are worn.

 

Please take better care of me.

 

I Don't want to be tossed out on the streets. 

 

I am writing this letter because I love you.

 

I hope you love me too.

 

Your friend. The bed.

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Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Beds are such fine friends TBS.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    the concept alone, had me chuckling
    'if our bed's, could talk...' lol
    that's one horror script, in the making..
    thanks for the fun read

  • spilleronsheet

    How cleverly crafted
    Looks like the bed got a speaker
    I feel for the bed too
    Well done dear poet



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