Oh sweet 4am, We need to stop meeting like this.

The bed is where it all started.
It's where you first passed the rum,
And rolled me a joint.
It's where we'd lay and watch TV,
And listened to music.
The bed is where it all changed.
It's where you held me,
And kissed me.
It's where I'd sneak into at night,
And sneak out of after you fell asleep.
The bed is where we learned to care.
It's where you stayed with me that night,
And made sure I was still breathing.
It's where we talked about our dreams,
And made plans for summer.
The bed is where it was wrong.
It's where I cheated with you,
And lied to my friends.
It's where I broke all my morals,
And skipped a few steps.
The bed is where we meet.
It's where we met when times get rough,
And hid under the covers till the storm passes.
It's where we embraced the little things,
And made no regrets.
The bed is where you were this morning.
It's where we reunited,
And hid from the morning light.
It's where you were reminded how well I fit in your arms
And you kissed me for the first time in a year.
The bed is where it'll start all over again.


G-dad is doing better, no trip home...yay! I've been bed ridden with a migrane from lack of sleep and overdose of Hookah [haha, Apple family => Apple Tobacco]. Early to bed to feel better.