Sides

              
                            Why’s my side of the bed as cold
              as my side of what we last fought about?
                            It must be that you’re not here to hold
              since I decided to throw you out.
              
                            Why’s your side of the bed as void
              as what in your side I found to attack?
                            It must be I’m no longer as annoyed
              as I thought I was now that I want you back.

                             


 
 

by sheila with michael

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