i love my bed
The unshared bed becomes
The fuller it is adorned with fripperies.
Is this a law?
A universal truth?
Or just proof that we need
Familiars about us?
Please don't touch the bear!
He's mine and he isn't very sociable...
Especially now there are fairy lights.
He sees them as a last refuge and
Won't believe they're pretty.
They are of course...
They sparkle so well as I dream.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-06-09 at 01:35
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Bed
It is evident now that the longerThe unshared bed becomes
The fuller it is adorned with fripperies.
Is this a law?
A universal truth?
Or just proof that we need
Familiars about us?
Please don't touch the bear!
He's mine and he isn't very sociable...
Especially now there are fairy lights.
He sees them as a last refuge and
Won't believe they're pretty.
They are of course...
They sparkle so well as I dream.
Poetry by jenks
Read 549 times
Written on 2012-06-09 at 01:35
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