The bed that is next to my deskWhy am I its slave?To hold me when Im wearyShould be its only task The creases of the pillowThe patterns on the sheetsThe patterns on the sheetsMake noises of a SirenThe danger is alluring So I bound myself,To a mast of plans;Theyre written with a pencil. The bed that is next to my deskWhy am I its slave?Because Im always wearyAnd forget all my tasks

The Monster within the Bed

Reveal your truth to me, love

For, in this time of spring,

We behold the blossoming orchids

As their petals spiral outward with the propulsion

of the season as strong as the explosion

that set the events in motion that led me to you.

Slowly, do the cherry blossoms salute the sun Slowly, do the cherry blossoms salute the sun

and release scents and aromas

That remind me of you

Let this spring fade into an eternal summer

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