Heather's Poetry:Bed is Cold

Passionate kisses
The sidelong glances
The tight embraces
Of fiery romances

I long for these
For someone to hold
But my arms are empty
And my bed is cold

Loving whispers
Holding hands
Inside jokes
A lover understands

I long for these
For someone to hold
But my arms are empty
And my bed is cold

The lovers quarrels
Then making up
Drinking together
From the same cup

I long for these
For someone to hold
But my arms are empty
And my bed is cold