Pillows hold so many secrets.
There's the tear stained nights
and midnight chit chats.
There's whispers of regret
and sleepy heads.
Some turn to pillows from over exaustion
and others toss and turn with insomnia.
Drunken heads that have passed out
and ones that block out the bad with sleep.
Sleep talking, monolouges and bed time storys.
"Dont worry my darling it will all be okay"
Woes are spilt and soaked in
by our trusted pillows.
If only they could talk, oh the secrets.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Pillows hold so many secrets.
There's the tear stained nights
and midnight chit chats.
There's whispers of regret
and sleepy heads.
Some turn to pillows from over exaustion
and others toss and turn with insomnia.
Drunken heads that have passed out
and ones that block out the bad with sleep.
Sleep talking, monolouges and bed time storys.
"Dont worry my darling it will all be okay"
Woes are spilt and soaked in
by our trusted pillows.
If only they could talk, oh the secrets.
