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LynnBlackwell

This bed is a graveyard.   

Oh yes, this bed is a graveyard full of the dead memories of you & me.

The place I once found so comforting now haunts me for eternity.

I can't go back there now.

Baby, please don't make me go back there to that ghost town, 

because as long as your pretty brown eyes stare into mine I would follow you willingly.

Even though I know the only thing we left there are the ashes of our empty promises and broken dreams.

 

So boy the next time you sleep, I hope you rest in peace even if it's not with me.

yeah, something's telling me it's not gonna be with me.

I'm not angry no more,

just have to walk out that door.

We both know it's time for me to leave. 

Please, just let me leave.

I hope you know this isn't goodbye,

just not the right time.

It's time for me to learn to love me.

  • Author: LynnBlackwell (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2022 00:47
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 13
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