Ode to my bed

A dedication to my wonderful bed, not every poem has to be about people or animals. They come from the heart to express what we love.

When my eyes grow dim
and my soul is weak.
I search endlessly
until i find what i seek,
As I rest my hand on the fortress
dressed in black and red
I lay down on what is called, My bed

My bed is like a nest of peacefulness
where my imagination blooms.
In strange senerios with butterflies and death.
It lulls me to sleep with it's soft and peaceful tune.
And in the morning when I wake,
it's there to help me sleep again.

Author's Note

This was a silly dare my friend made me do, please ignore the grammatical errors.

Reviews

[Lara Vee]

Very cute. I love my bed!

[SyberRose]

Nicely penned Katie...Rose:)

[Matt]

I have the same relationship with my bed.

"And in the morning when I wake,
it's there to help me sleep again."

Good poem.