I came to a conclusion,
that I am a pillow.
Something to keep warm
as you sleep through the night.
I won't be nothing more
and maybe something less.
It will not alter.
It will not change.
I am a pillow,
so you don't feel lonely.
To not feel that empty space beside you.
That void will be gone,
just for that night.
But, it will be back
for another round.
It will be nothing more
like the rest.
I don't want to be your pillow,
just for that night.
I will not keep you warm.
i will not fill that empty space next you
as you fall into your nightly slumber,
It would always be,
nothing more;
though, always something less.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
I came to a conclusion,
that I am a pillow.
Something to keep warm
as you sleep through the night.
I won't be nothing more
and maybe something less.
It will not alter.
It will not change.
I am a pillow,
so you don't feel lonely.
To not feel that empty space beside you.
That void will be gone,
just for that night.
But, it will be back
for another round.
It will be nothing more
like the rest.
I don't want to be your pillow,
just for that night.
I will not keep you warm.
i will not fill that empty space next you
as you fall into your nightly slumber,
It would always be,
nothing more;
though, always something less.
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