Share My Bed

It’s one more night alone.

If you think you got time to spare,

I wish you would,

Lay beside me I wish you would.

Breathe in my memories,

Drink my tears.

Wash away the dirt that is my name.

When you share my bed,

You share my shame.

Copyright 2008 Salvador Cordova

A Burning Bed

What price a memory?

The shadows of the pain,

The echoes of the soft rain.

When the thunder came,

Nothing would ever be the same again.

Dreams rot away, waste away, fly away.

Like the love we once shared.

Like the love we once made

In that burning bed.

Always hearing the whispers

Of the wicked words we said.

Copyright 2002 S. Cordova