Sitting here, thinking here
lying there, wishing there
alone in a bed
alone here, alone there
being all alone
it's queen size too
decisions made, follow through
someday here, maybe there
sometime, hopefully soon
I'm all alone in bed
I'm all alone in my head
I'm all alone
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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Being a cuddle bug myself, I hate an empty bed so much. This poem is how I feel every night as I go to sleep.
I've so been there in a lot of different ways. Not a comfortable place to be, but things get better - at least they did for me. It's hard to be patient for the changes to happen.
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