My pillow was weeping  until it fell asleep
that was such a sad pillow lying on my bed..

My floor was bleeding under me,
i have the floor dyed in deep colour red..

The woman in my mirror was looking at me,
it was such a pitiful human that i saw...

And i have some strange feeling in my heart
that she is someone that i know..

Gentle is the night
after a day's boiling over,
now bathed in small hours
drifting closer to morning.

Weight on my mind
falling softly on eyelids.
A passenger for a pillow
and a meal for the blankets.

...and gentle is the night
when no words are spoken,
for when day break calls,
you again will be broken.

Under willow trees,
Summer morning breeze,
Distant chirping, through the air, weary ease,
I lay by this.. heavenly sent,
white pearly face.
Two bodies, one place.
Tightly grappled, firmly squeezed,
warm blanket, overlapping knees..
Summer breeze, vivid clear morning ease,
I couldn't ever wish for a better place in time and space,
Here, by your heartbeat, on your skin, I even hear mine.
Oh, do what you do willow,
I will lay here by my pillow,
Oh, mine.

As you light up the room around your pillow case
I lay awake, holding and caressing you
Trying my hardest not to sleep
Because I'll soon have to go
I gaze at your angelic face
Wishing I could stay here forever
As I lay on your shoulder, touching your face
I wish I could lean in close and kiss you like we kissed once before

Your skin, the blanket that keeps me warm
  your hair, a pillow to lay my weary head
     your heart
        thud ,thud, thud,
            my Soul song.

put your phone down
quit it with the selfies
i know those smiles aren't real
put that cancer bringing stick away
talk to me instead
i'll listen to what you have to say
let me be like the pillow
you whisper your dreams to
when no one else is around
let me be your friend
i only ever see you at parties
but i notice
i noticed the scars
and i noticed the bruises
and with every one out the door
when it's all finally over
i notice how you always stay behind
to help clean up
it's always my friends' parties
they aren't your friends but you help
with you trying to be nice
don't you just want
someone to be nice to you as well?
i can be that person
i will be that person
because i used to be the person you were
battered and everything much worse
but what's really got me irked
and conflicted
is how you can be nice to others
but not to yourself
is why you add trouble to your problems
rather than trying to rid of them
put the phone down
happiness isn't something you can fake
put that stick away
yes, the smoke you puff out
it's beautiful
only because it came from your lips
but remember
stress isn't something you can be free from
those sticks won't help
they could but only for a little while
never permanently
that phone and that stick is not your friend
but i can be
just look at me
talk to me