My pillow's filled with cotton But it holds so much more It holds my tears And my fears And feeling I don't have reason for
My pillow's filled with cotton But it is always there There for snow There for rain Always there to listen and care
My pillow's filled with cotton For when I can't take the pain Listening to my screams Listening to my dreams And all the selfish moments, when I'm feeling vain
My pillow's filled with cotton But only I can see Past the fabric To the magic My pillow has always been there for me
This was the first poem that I ever wrote, I decided to post it so I can be reminded of my progress.