Friday, April 19, 2013

Above the Bed

Early mornings alone feel like a thousand miles above home
And you look down on your sleeping friends,
Hoping they're safe and happy in their beds
As you burned yourself awake in your pyre of a bed.
Now rising and gaining speed, the world continues below
With all your slumbering friends, leaving and at peace.
So speak now or hold a piece of what you remember
As the world passes on.


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