THE PILLOW
I clutch the pillow
tightly in the night.
But I never mistake it for you,
for the pillow is cold
and holds none of your warmth,
that once held me so tight,
that once sheltered me
from all the storms...
© my.blind.thoughts
tightly in the night.
But I never mistake it for you,
for the pillow is cold
and holds none of your warmth,
that once held me so tight,
that once sheltered me
from all the storms...
© my.blind.thoughts