The Love Letter

My dear,

You’ve always been there

Silent. Waiting.

Waiting for me to come

To lay on your warming body

To share my darkest secrets

To lay together, in silence.

You`ve heard my cries and held my tears

You’ve heard my laughter and seen me through the years

 

In the end, you’ll always be there, waiting

And I’ll forever come:

My dear bed.

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