Loving Bed Poem by Ronald Chapman

Loving Bed



Morning summer sun,
Shining on a cold, empty bed,
A lonely day comes again.

Every day is the same,
Missing waking up in your arms.

A cold light shining on my Soul,
It seems happiness only comes when falling asleep,

Traveling to our past,
And dreaming of happy sunny summer days,
Both of us sleeping together in our warm, loving bed.


Loving Bed
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dream girl,dream time,dreaming,loneliness,lonely,love,love and dreams,love and friendship,love and life,desire
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