"Bed Is Lonely."

Nothing to do when I come home late.

But play - some music and let it take me away.

To sleep - where I dream; of a woman lying right next to me.

And then I wake up, and it's no one.

The cycle will continue,

It'll go on & on.

My bed is; my bed.

She's cold, she's hot.

She's soft, she's not.

I toss and turn every night.

I just can't seem to ever get to 'sleep tight'.

Maybe if I had - someone to share it with.

Then it might get better.

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Yet...

When I get in bed sometimes my loneliness envelopes me;

Rather than my blankets.

And my head is resting upon my thoughts ;

Instead of a pillow.

And the slight weight on my chest - which should be you- is actually sadness.

It feels like my mattress is on top of me ,

Instead of the latter.

& all I can understand is you're out there .

Where?

How can I know?

I'm having meetings with God nightly trying to use spiri-location to find you.

I pray your heartbeats fast when you're thinking about me just as mine does for you.

I pray we link and always stay synced.

Until death do us - part.

No more lonely bed.

No more lonely heart ...

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