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I held strong on an empty bed, I only held the feathers as company as it did nothing to cure my thirst for warmth.
He held me there but the warmth had worn. All that was left was the dried perspiration of his love underneath me...on the sheets not made of feathers.
What irony that it's biblical name was comforter. I renamed it yesterday. I don't recall what it changed to. I just know that it made as much sense as glove compartments actually holding gloves.
Pity really that it didn't follow through.
He held me there but the warmth had worn. All that was left was the dried perspiration of his love underneath me...on the sheets not made of feathers.
What irony that it's biblical name was comforter. I renamed it yesterday. I don't recall what it changed to. I just know that it made as much sense as glove compartments actually holding gloves.
Pity really that it didn't follow through.