He found me on the kitchen floor
I asked for the couch once more
Quietly, he walked away
Now I lay myself down but I just can't seem to rest
I keep reaching out to you to try and confess
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I try to imagine you holding me
Please help me to my destiny
I want to lay my body down freely

Join with you in matrimony
Tell you you're my one and only
I don't want to feel like Jezabelle
I want to spread joy that swells
not hurt others or play the fool
Being alone and beautiful
Is Satan's way of being cruel
It's hell to be on a couch
and not laying down with you

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016

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