Beds Poem by Des Agos

Read the events of battle cravings and pains
Beds now that they know everything
Of battered lives of tragic nights
Beds that do not ever explain
If you want to know who you are
If you want to seduce the reality
Put those thoughts to bed at dawn to heal them
Your love mistakes finished
That's where the soul is unleashed,
is pale, anonymous
Scrambling solitudes, a bed knows confuse
Rare rags or lace
Everyone is lying as it deserves
How do you imagine, how will he live.
The same bed you know
very stubborn company
If you were an angel to wake up
to remember at least he
What more can you're not alone
Forget beds,
beds so distracted
Shot in the back of a blue sky
Where is the crying started
And the heart by magic
met again a poem

It 'makes sense that they have a soul
For who can forget
Trovagli a bed in some men
And you risk losing them
The love here is replicated
Because every night is the last
You again the victim

And 'there that unleashes the soul
A bed for those who will,
judge you