My Bedroom – Klara Cole


My eyes are raw

In the middle of the night.

Tears splashing, dripping,

Soaking into my pillow.

All my secrets are hidden.

They’re hiding in this room.

The early morning sighs

And late night smiles.

The floor knows my sadness

And the roof knows my dreams.

My eyes open

In the early morning.

Sunlight creeping, peaking,

Lighting up my bedroom.

This room knows me

Better than anyone.


Copyright Klara Cole 2013

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