Old bed of mine

Moved to a new a new house,
Running from our house,
Our memories

Our house
Where all our memories were created
Memories I have failed to push behind.

This old bed of mine,
Lying on it,
Takes me to what I was running from

This old bed of mine,
Laid the way you want it,
The pillows
Placed where you want them,

On this old bed of mine,
I feel you lying besides me,
Yet as I move to hold you,
May be to kiss you,
All I touch is a pillow!

To forget you,
I have to lose,
All that I shared with you

Memories make me lonely,
Yet am not ready to forget you,
I will keep this old bed of mine,

Holding on to a hope,
That one day,
We’ll start where we stopped.

By Benie
01/02/2010

Music can drive you to any imagination…
Well that is what I could write after a song….
I forgot the title though…may be it was “Past memories”