vineofashes
Whenever you cry, I born inside
I feed from your fear, grows and hide;
I'm your pillow that is invisible
I'm always ready whenever you fall.
In air I grasp for joy to bring
turns the winter into the warmest spring;
shyly changing your worst to best
An ounce of beauty from the big mess.
Honey! Sweety! i must say!
I'm here always, by your side I stay;
running, crawling, shaking like a thousand ping!
Guide you to lie in the pillow's wing