Our double bed,
holds far too much space for me to rest my head.
Do I lay in the middle or stay to the right,
now that I sleep alone at night?

Your used to be pillow,
filled with the scent that by heart I know.
So even when I'm sad and blue,
I can still feel the presence of you.

Part of me,
will always dream of we.
Still I accept it can be no more than a dream,
even the nights when I wake up suppressing my scream.

Wanting so much,
just once more to feel your feathersoft touch.
So with my arms wrapped as tight as can be,
with all of my heart I hug the sweet one that's me.

The pain inside,
that I've tried so hard to hide.
Still you manage to tear me apart,
as memories of you scatter into the cracks of my heart.

Paying the toll,
for letting myself fall.
My lesson now learnt,
just wish I hadn't been BURNT?!?

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