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Bed Of Roses

Contributed by pixie on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 11:08:43 AM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry



That’s where I now lay down to sleep,
It is a place that I closely keep,
To my heart that beats so fast,
I know my love is going to last.

I used to sleep on a bed of nails,
Night after night I’d feel myself impale,
Upon the sharp, metal teeth,
That made it impossible to breathe.

I still have the marks to bare ,
But now I have a world to share,
My scars are now fading well,
I have broken out from my own hell.

My bed is now soft & inviting,
No longer can I feel my insides tightening,
All I feel is warmth & alive,
Never again will I be deprived.

As I lay on the soft rose petals,
Your love calls like a whistling kettle,
It speaks to me as I drift into another land,
Please never let go of my hand.







Copyright © pixie ... [ 2004-08-06 11:08:43]
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Re: Bed Of Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 01:11:57 PM AEST
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I chose the happy one! And I'm glad I did.
This is really sweet and affectionate. Glad you're feeling well enough to lay amid the rose petals. Ahhhh!!! :-)
angel always...joni


Re: Bed Of Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by Oriana on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 01:58:33 PM AEST
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AWWWWW!!!!! That's soo sweet....I love combo poems and this is one of them. A light and darkness of love ^_^. Very Sweet!

Keep Writing


Re: Bed Of Roses (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 04:04:43 PM AEST
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This is so lovely, Krissy. It is warm and secure and comforting. I am so happy for you.

Rita




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