Bed That We Made

i miss your hands in my hair
and sunshine in your eyes
i sleep alone in the bed
that we made
if breathing means
i'm still alive

i don't talk to strangers
cause they'll want my story now
but i know its much too soon
for taking these walls down

if i walk a little faster
i might make it somewhere
doesn't really matter
cause you won't be there

the sun still shines
on little girl blue
but there's no high
high enough
to get me over you

going through the motions
for the pay of the day
since you don't sleep here any more
in the bed that we made

your scents still on your pillow
your shoes by the door
i put your dreams
in a cardboard box
cause you don't dream
here anymore

won't  feel your hand in my hand
won't see sunshine in blue eyes again
your scent on the pillow soon will fade
and love won't  sleep here anymore
in the bed that we made
© Vanesa Dawn