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M Y B E D
Bed is my dreamy kingdom, only there I feel like the queen,
all my soft pillows, dreams about the places I have never been.
It gives me comfort when I feel so exhausted, almost dead,
me, myself hidden under the white blanket, the whole night ahead.
I have already given to my pillows more than one tear,
my bitter disappointments, scary nightmares, weird fear.
Bed is the witness of my many thoughts running through my mind,
it can´t talk, it keeps my secrets, remembers dreams I am unable to find.
To disappear with the half-read book, to find my shelter there,
or to lay down, stare at the ceiling and to think if life is fair.
Bed is my reliable companion I meet reguraly every night,
I love to sleep in it, to dream until the first morning light.
When I wake up, I can´t leave it, it is my sweet duty to stay,
to enjoy my laziness and to welcome another awesome day.
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