I twist and turn in my empty bed
of withered leaves
Once again Oh once again
To try to keep myself from lying
And to make up for the times
I wished I spent with you
It's the only place that's safe
In the tiny corners
Of your bedroom brown eyes
That seem to drift off
Into the far off spectrum
Of my cigarette flavor dreams
I try to inhale your beauty
Slowing breathing in all the negativity
Exhaling all the words only webster could of dream of
Author notes
This is kinda inspired by Earth Day...and sorta inspired by the Jason Mraz song Sleeping to Dream.
Like the love for the earth...the from the earth...and maybe the way nature reflects love.
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