Your tears it will absorb and lets it dry without complaints. It does not throw a fit when you jump on it in delirious excitement, as much as it might hurt. Almost like it lightens up in the same level of thrill. It does not insult you of your body, anorexic or obese you. It accepts you, and the weight you may have gained, or some of those you may have lost. It likes you. Always. Hugs you after a long nerve-wrecking day. One of those frustrating days you may hit him in uncontrolable anger. Perhaps even rant in Martian. But it listens, and does no talking back. It stares back at you, the kind of stare that, it if were human, comes with arms wide open. Serenity written all over.
The bed accepts. Respects. Listens.
Any time.
Any day.
If I could only marry a bed.
5 Comments:
I agree. Completely.
awww...marry icecreams instead. hahaha hmmn maybe u shud change ur layout to black^_^ ur posts been so emo lately
or maybe i should just marry a fellow depressive and learn to be thankful about my life. that advice of yours is stuck in my head. :))
So, let me get this, you want to marry a person who'll let you just throw yourself on him (no matter the weight); scream all your nonsense at him and still say nothing back; beat him, bite him, cry on him, and still hug you and make you feel comfortable that you fall asleep.?
Awww... & if only there were people like that..
yes yes! if only.
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