Bed of stone
The night the sandman failed to call
He didn't leave a card at all
I tried to sleep but sleep proved hard
The night I nursed a broken heart
The night was long the dark air cold
The bed no more than Hell on hold
The temperature - high disbelief
The night I learned love lied to me
Midnight phantoms filled my head
They spun their tales of jealous dread
A haunting whisper in my ear
A shadow pointed - falsehood is near
Tonight your love has been undone
The wasted years where have they gone?
From warm heart in a loving breast
A bed of stone is all that's left
©Joseph G Dawson
02/04/2016
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