Far side of the bed
The far side of the bed
On the far side of the bed, I lay, In the shadows where you used to stay. Your absence fills the empty space, Leaving behind a cold embrace.
Pillows untouched, now stained with tears, Echoes of laughter fade with the years. The silence deafening, a constant ache, Remnants of love we failed to make.
Your scent lingers in the air, Haunting me with memories we used to share. The night grows long, the darkness deep, On the far side of the bed, I weep.
Alone I lie, reaching for your ghost, But all that remains is the space you left the most. In this empty room, my heart is led, To the loneliness of the far side of the
On the far side of the bed, I lay, In the shadows where you used to stay. Your absence fills the empty space, Leaving behind a cold embrace.
Pillows untouched, now stained with tears, Echoes of laughter fade with the years. The silence deafening, a constant ache, Remnants of love we failed to make.
Your scent lingers in the air, Haunting me with memories we used to share. The night grows long, the darkness deep, On the far side of the bed, I weep.
Alone I lie, reaching for your ghost, But all that remains is the space you left the most. In this empty room, my heart is led, To the loneliness of the far side of the
