You hit me with your pillow
I am caught off guard, my nose was in a book
Now my nose is in the book. Ow.
I move quickly, time is of the essence
and we're at war.
I take my pillow
and dive over the
edge of the bed. You
chase me relentlessly around
the room, leaving a wake
of down feathers trailing
behind you, lazily falling
to the ground in this violent
melee.
You swing your
Pillow
Like a medieval axe
I am beside myself trying
to fend off your blows
as you hit me over the head
again and again.
You've backed me into the corner
I wave my pillowcase
like a white flag
You let your guard down.
Whoops. I have two pillows now.
>:)
I do the chasing this time, as a dual
wielding pillow monster...of DOOM
"No Fair!", you call out as karma makes
a full circle.
"Love isn't fair
My dear"
I say, as I wrap
my tired arms
around you
and fall into the bed,
where we lie
among the spoils
of battle
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
You hit me with your pillow
I am caught off guard, my nose was in a book
Now my nose is in the book. Ow.
I move quickly, time is of the essence
and we're at war.
I take my pillow
and dive over the
edge of the bed. You
chase me relentlessly around
the room, leaving a wake
of down feathers trailing
behind you, lazily falling
to the ground in this violent
melee.
You swing your
Pillow
Like a medieval axe
I am beside myself trying
to fend off your blows
as you hit me over the head
again and again.
You've backed me into the corner
I wave my pillowcase
like a white flag
You let your guard down.
Whoops. I have two pillows now.
>:)
I do the chasing this time, as a dual
wielding pillow monster...of DOOM
"No Fair!", you call out as karma makes
a full circle.
"Love isn't fair
My dear"
I say, as I wrap
my tired arms
around you
and fall into the bed,
where we lie
among the spoils
of battle
Love is an impromptu pillowfight...
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