What is between us ? The pillows , our dear fellow, in different colour , shape and size , some blue and some yellow .
She smiles the brightest,
And snores the lightest
On the pillow .
Her hairs all tangled
Doing some tango
In the morning the sun ray drips on her
Like some golden sand .
And she will smile at the world
In front of her eyes.
She cried when she gets angry
Her ears pink with Fury
And her eyes filled with tears
For she could do nothing in the situation
And finally the bank would break
And she sniffed , sobbed hard
On the pillow.
It bears her punch .
It get loads of embrace and crunch
When she is all into someone with out her knowing ,
She wakes up from all dream and meet with her pillow ,
And strick out of nightmares .
It has known all of her .
All shades of her .
The pillow
That I couldn't be .
The softness, the comfort I couldn't give .
I wish I were her pillow.
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