Bed Of Roses
Sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
Trying hard to capture
the moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
they won't make of me when I'm dead

Joey walked up to the long-legged blond that was bent over at the bar, his mind content on one thing. He tapped her on the shoulder and flashed her a smile as she turned around and looked him up and down. "I'm Joey," he said to her, extending his hand for her to shake.

As she grasped it, she leaned forward causing his eyes to glance to her chest. She smiled at him as his eyes slowly made their way up to her sparkling green orbs.. "I'm Christina."

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" he asked, already knowing that the woman was interested in him. She nodded her head before following him out of the club and climbing into a taxi which took them to the hotel where he was staying....

Later that night, Joey rolled on his side, his eyes staying off of the blond that was lying close to him. He felt the alcohol still in his bloodstream as he rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed, reaching for his boxers in the process. After throwing on some clothes, he made his way downstairs to the lobby where a baby grand sat in the corner. He sat down on the piano bench and pecked at the keys, not knowing what he should play. The lobby was almost completely empty, except for the few employees that were there at such a late hour.

After poking on the keys for a little while longer, he sighed and made his way back up to his room. Once he was inside, he looked over to the bed where the young woman was sleeping and shook his head before settling in the chair and allowing his tired and confused eyes to close.

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need

He woke up the next morning, the woman was gone and in here place was a note that contained her phone number and address just in case he ever wanted to get together another time. 'Another lonely one night stand,' he silently thought to himself as he made his way towards the bathroom as his head pulsed from the hangover that he had. He missed her and there was no denying that. "Amanda," he whispered into the empty room as he felt sadness flow through him.

He loved her but couldn't be with her because of his career. It wasn't far for either of them to be tied down during this wild ride. He turned on the shower and let the water warm up as he leaned against the wall, his brain filled with images of her. 'I miss you, baby,' his head silently said before stepping into the shower, remembering the times that they had shared together.

He remembered the endless nights that they had shared together, just lying side beside feeling their heartbeats next to each other. Nothing else had ever mattered whenever he was with her.

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

He would give her anything without even thinking twice about it. There wasn't a night that she didn't occupy his thoughts and there wasn't a moment when he didn't wish that she was standing by his side. Her kiss had always been so sweet and soft and it was hard to imagine that she could be so perfect, but in his eyes she could be anything that she wanted.

He turned the shower off before getting out and making his way out of the bathroom and towards his suitcase that was lying on the floor by the bed. When he opened it up, he was immediately greeted by a picture of her smiling up at him. He picked it up and brought it closer to his face, his fingers gently trailing over her lips as he imagined holding her at that very time. but feeling extreme sadness when he realized that she was so far away from him.

Well I'm so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper,
baby blind love is true

One day, he would be able to go back to her and tell her just how deep his love was for her. He called her every once and awhile just to make sure that she was doing OK. He would be able to hear sadness in her voice whenever she would talk about missing him, and he knew that pain that she felt because he felt it just as strongly.

He had never told her that he loved her, but he knew that it was love that he felt in his heart. All he could do was keep it stuffed down inside him until it was time to unleash it and he just hoped that she would be there for him to completely give his heart.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

That night in a new hotel, he made his way to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey, knowing that it was his only friend that wouldn't criticize him for the way that he was acting. It was the lifestyle that so many men in the world craved, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted a simple life that was devoted to making her happy.

He saw the women that were sitting in the bar giving him seductive looks causing him to laugh as he thought about what was going to happen. It was the same thing that happened almost every night for the past few years. 'I love you, Amanda,' he said silently before drowning the liquid in the shot glass and making his way over to a table that was nothing but women. Tomorrow morning, he promised himself that he would call her and tell her that she had been on his mind..

The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

"Amanda," he said softly into the phone when he heard her voice float through the receiver. "I miss you so much baby."

"Joey...where are you?"

"In some hotel," he told her before closing his eyes and picturing what she was doing while she was talking to him. "How are you?"

"I miss you so much, Joey," she said as her voice began to tremble as she fought back the tears that were wanting to fall.

It was the same conversation that they always had and it always ended on the same sad note of wanting to be with each other, but they knew that now wasn't the time for them to start anything. "I need to go baby."

"Please don't go just yet, Joe," she pleaded with him. 'I never want to let you go,' his head screamed as he took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't stay on the phone with her forever. "I have to go, Amanda."

"Joey," she began but stopped just as suddenly as she had started. "Take care of yourself, Joe."

"You too, Manda," he said before hanging up the phone and letting the tears slide down his face.

When you close your eyes
Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won't be alone
But you know that don't
Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend

As he climbed on the bus, he hoped that she knew that tonight as he traveled into the next city that she would occupy his thoughts, just as he knew he'd occupy hers. With every lonely building that he passed, he would be reminded of her and how empty he was without her in his arms. "One day, baby," he said as he laid in his bunk and closed his eyes, not wanting to waist one minute of sleep because it would cut into the dreams of being with her.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

*Song: Bed Of Roses by Bon Jovi*


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