i think my pillows
sigh with relief
when i finally get off them
for the day
i think my pillows
(neck-deep in tears)
ask my blankets
for inflatable floaties
i wonder if while i’m gone
my pillows talk
to my books and posters
about how tired and frail
my body has become
because on the day you left
i think my broken heart
took the key to my happiness
and threw it in the open ocean
for only the fish to find
i sure as hell
can’t find it these days
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
i think my pillows
sigh with relief
when i finally get off them
for the day
i think my pillows
(neck-deep in tears)
ask my blankets
for inflatable floaties
i wonder if while i’m gone
my pillows talk
to my books and posters
about how tired and frail
my body has become
because on the day you left
i think my broken heart
took the key to my happiness
and threw it in the open ocean
for only the fish to find
i sure as hell
can’t find it these days
