You're not just a bed,
oh no you're not!
You're my retreat.
You're not just a bed,
Nope, not at all!
You're my solace.
You hold my dreams,
You listen to my tears,
You keep me warm,
And ease my aches,
You hold my wishes,
You share my anger.
Oh, bed, whatever would I do
If I couldn't come home to you?
Who could be so impartial,
So non-judgemental,
So completely accepting,
Of my little quirks?
I know I show so little appreciation,
and I constantly change the way you look,
how many times have you been painted?
Those ancient scars, the little scribbles,
the stains in your abused wood work.
And yet you never fail me.
So thank you, my bed
with this little poem
I offer my humble appreciation.
For without you, I would surely be cold!
I would surely never shed any tears,
Scream my lungs out, or sleep well.
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
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Umm, what the heck are you doing? This poem was in my 'looking for new favorites contest' and now you decide to repost it in another contest I am judging? Do you know how to write a new poem or do you just keep on reposting the same one in every contest you enter?
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This poem [You're not just a bed] was never posted in your contest. I already got bawled out for doing something similar a little while ago, and so am very careful NOT to enter the same poem in active contests. The poem in question was written SPECIFICALLY for Dienush's contest.
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Yes, it was in my contest lol.
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Wow this was really different
this parts sooo cute ^.^
Oh, bed, whatever would I do
If I couldn't come home to you?
Who could be so impartial,
So non-judgemental,
So completely accepting,
Of my little quirks?
the stains in your abused wood work. im not askin
i think ill go hug my bed now
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