"comfertable" poems
My pillow seems so comfertable at night,
Trying to fill me with dreams to make me think it's alright.
But when morning comes it's not my neck but heart that does ache,
I know what pillow talk is but whats at stake.
The more we dream,
It's that we lost reality it would seem.
It's not ever been that I dont care,
But in the morning i cant find these dreams anywhere.
I didnt pick my pillow because i didnt like how it looked,
It's my pillow above all that gives me sanity not my brain cooked.
I know there have been pillows in the past,
But i picked my pillow because i knew you would last.
So it truly is time to decide,
Do you think i'm one of the shopers who lied,
Or the one person you were made for all along,
Tonight again we dream but together how could we go wrong.
Goodnight babe i love you....
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
has it ever rained blue so long you started to get used to it?
i've gotten caught in a blue flood and right then and there i had to learn to swim.
on my own.
i pulled my self to shore.
has it ever sun shined yellow and you didn't know how to think or act because you've been stuck in the blue rain for years?
i think thats when it becomes frighting,
when you feel more comfertable in the pouring rain
than do you in the yellow sunshine.
maybe thats when it floods black tar,
******* you deeper in the sadness,
but, it is not sadness, it's almost a sad numbness
and tar slowly takes over my body leaving a black thick layer over top of my porcelain exteroir.
it slowly takes over my whole body,
it's slowly getting worse.
it hurts.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC