Our Bed (dramatic reading)
These tissues in our bed
Full of words we never said
These sheets are twisted and torn
From your wrath and my scorn
A mattress battered with hate
Many nights spent denying fate
This frame is broken and scarred
Our hearts were left without regard
And now we sit on the edge
Of what used to be our bed
Letting there be tears
Releasing all our fears
As the end does near
Wishing there was a way
To go back to that one day
That something had to be said
But you kept it in your head
As we lay together in our bed
And now all that remains
Is the memories of our pain
Both of our souls have been slain
This once was our bed
But all that was, is dead
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