I have loved you on the right side of the bed.

I have loved you on the right side of the bed.

Oh well’s matter more than what if’s
And that craving (curiosity) lead me straight
To the center of both realms
Where we might meet — and we did.
Gentle, he was. Gentle, he said.
But I could not cease the screaming in my head
I have loved you on the right side of the bed.

Tonight mattered more than other chances.
And that time (moment) brought me closer
To the ghost that you are.
Which just might haunt me — and it did.
Gentle, he was. Gentle, he said.
But I could not really silence the noise inside my head.
I have loved you on the lone side of the bed.

Neither past or future could win.
And that clamor (anxiety) drew me down
To your unfaithful arms.
Where I might find home — and did I?
Gentle, he was. Gentle, he said.
But the screaming of hope devour me instead.
I have loved you on my own side of the bed.

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