Stranger In My Bed
“Let us grow,” you say, “be happy as we are now.”
“Let us die young,” I say, “and stop pretending we have this vow.”
Where do we stand? Wouldn’t you like to know?
Do we stand together, or should we stand alone?
My nightmares exhaust me to the point of no return.
There’s something in those thoughts you have yet got to learn.
A missing piece lost to which is even for me to find,
Is hardly a method, if I compose nothing from my mind.
All what’s been said has been said over and over again.
And now my judgment is all twisted from where we first began.
Ignorant and fooled to believe its alright to confess,
A deep dark secret I cannot explain until you undo this mess.
Maybe its the emptiness that makes me question why.
Or maybe its the answer you hold to why I wish us to die?
But until we find a medium to settle what is so,
A Stranger sleeping in my bed is all I’ll ever know.
Angela J. Thomas copyright 2006
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