Bed Head

Lay with me in the crimson sheets you use to love

Where our thighs would intertwine

And we felt so high above

Back when your heart was still mine

~~~

I just can’t seem to learn from the past

Now choking on the present

As you tease me with ideas that our love could last

When the reality of it is so unpleasant

~~~

My eyes match the soft red of your lips

After we had kissed them raw

Stained with tears as I realize, amiss

That you never really loved me at all

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