This is a bed for two
I think I made enough room
For you and I to get consumed
This is where I pour out my heart
Put pen to blank paper and write this art
Where do I start?
In war with beautiful women
I am becoming numb to the numbers
I've found solace in paintings of widows
And a will to carry on from the past
In war with many people
You can't kill a ghost so avoid dark rooms
Pass the blunt and just be blunt
I must admit that I fell in love with the fame
It was sweet now it's bitter
I played soft music bled on the ink
I tried the mind over latter but now it doesn't matter
Rose is dangerous, a poet hidden in the mist
Abusing his bliss for the purest lines
Sacrifices made in writing he can't gain back his peace
Twins in the Maldives; so many blessings that it must be a curse
Gorgeous models simmer into the atmosphere
Isn't clear that you made your bed before you were ready to sleep in it
They say I write in small pieces
A fish out of water like a pisces
What if I'm just trying to make peace
With these bits and pieces that every time
I put these words together they shatter into smaller pieces
But I'm still trying to make it work
Even though it hurts
This bed for two is now just for me
But I'll keep writing and hoping
That one day someone will join me
In this bed for two that I've made
With love, pain, and all the emotions
I've laid until then,
I'll keep pouring out my heart
Into this bed for two,
Where my words begin and end.
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