• tulsiuma 47w


    Out of bed

    What's the point

    My bed is nice and warm

    My bed is kind

    My bed would never lie or cheat

    It shelters me from myself

    Shelter from the harsh world

    My sheets a shield

    My blanket impenetrable

    Pillows to numb my mind

    To take me off to sleepy Land

    A shoulder to cry on

    A warm embrace

    I'd better get out of bed, my back hurts