This poem is about a bed. It doesn't sound like it but really listen to the words. Dreams and stuff. Beds are sad I found out after writing this. Poor guys.
It gets frosty out
I'm always wearing warm clothing
Only at night your warm breath whispers to me
I lay down during the day
All day
Too long have I dwelt on past occurrences
Past loves
Past dreams
Your dreams
That I hear when you're unable
With me, your heart and mind opens
Opens towards me
And I listen to the sound of purity
But it ends faster than it starts
Wistfully, your eyes pop open
And tread away to reality
Your body follows
And slowly seeps away
I lay during the day
All day
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