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My Queen Size Bed

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DumplingMomo

Published: Aug 28, 2009

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Lying here in my bed of white roses
I can see the world
From my queen size bed
Made of white roses

As the world spins
My white soon turns red
All the small laughter
Fills up this empty space

I'm covered in soft silk all around
I can see the stars
From my queen size bed
Made of white roses

As the stars grow brighter
My silk becomes softer
All the small love
Fills up this empty space

Lying my head against my feathered pillow
I can see the sun
From my queen size bed
Made of red roses

As the sun grows brighter
My feathers become lighter
All the small warmth
Fills up this empty space

Lying here in my bed of red roses
I can see the world
From my queen size bed
Made of red roses

As the world spins around me
As the laughter grows louder
As the love grows deeper
As the warmth lights a fire

My white roses turn red
My silk turns softer
My feathers float away
In my queen size bed

I Fall Asleep.

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Umm....Well, this was totally random....it's been a weird night/morning for me and I tend to write randomly.....so, yeah.

My favorite flower is the white rose, so that's where that comes it, but everything else is totally random...and if your wondering why the roses turn red, it's cause she'd bleeding out. Cuz roses have thorns. They're cutting her and her blood soaks the white roses and turns them red.....