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Bedtime Story
AR (3-2-1945 / California)

Bedtime Story

I don’t want to sleep alone
In a pitch black room
That spells doom
I don’t want loneliness to reach out to me and swallow me whole
And plants its claw deep into my soul
Solitude can be a mountain of granite
I don’t want to have to chip away
And live off the memories in decay
I don’t want and I don’t need an empty bed
Remembering monumental moments now all dead
But just because you want it to be so, doesn’t make it so

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Comments (2)

How true! GW I see where Mary was here. May God bless all her charms! She sleeps alone no more.
awesome work...thanks for sharing.