I hate what you do,
I offer you splendour,
I offer you comfort.
You rest your head upon me,
When your eyelids only want to fall closed.
Sometimes you clutch me close to you,
And I am there,
When the person you wish I were,
Isn't.
Sometimes you smile into me,
A million thoughts running through your
Head,
You breathe into me,
And tell me the secrets of your heart,
And whisper about love and it's honour.
Other times you pin your face into me,
Muffling me with your screams,
Shouting into me,
What harm have I done to you?
Is all that I wonder,
Upon your trembling clutches.
Then there are the nights,
When you are silent,
Your tears fall onto my face,
And I hear your soft sobs,
As you try to push them aside.
You say nothing,
Just stare aimlessly at the wall,
While your sadness soaks into me.
I wish I could speak to you,
Tell you how it hurts,
To see you in so much pain,
Your ear is so close to me,
Yet I cannot find the words to say,
That the love you so eagerly whispered to Me,
Just last night,
Is not worth all the tears you're shedding
Tonight.
This isn't really important,
But I know you better,
Than anyone does,
And I just wish I could tell you,
That I'll always be there for you,
No matter how many times you giggle
Into me,
Or soak me with your tears.
I may hate what you do,
But I will always be here for you.
-From your pillow
~n.s
(A/n: this was pretty silly, but I guess this is what you're pillow would say if it could talk. Just some more ranting from me as usual.
What did u think?
Xoxo,
Nikita.)
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