Her Burnt Mattress

On the floor or risen to high heaven

You undress me,

Caress me,

Feel my skin with bedbugs and dreams

Rest my head unleashing teams...of thought

You leave my sanity where it belongs

And cure my stress more the Marlborough longs.

But the smoke from them cigarettes you tempted me to leave doesn't enter the state which you made me need.

So it travels,

Further then my dreams ever could.

It tackles, The body which you would Allow to be oblivious to the truths of the world And the fact that a fire could kill a little girl.

On the floor or risen to high heaven

You force me,

Tempt me, to pray that she is ok, And not allowing the bed bugs to play.