Tittat586's blog: "writings and ramblings."

if my pillow could talk


it would say so many things


about how i wish i could get away


and wish i had wings




it would speak


of all my tears


all my stories


and deepest darkest fears




it would tell


of all those nights


i just laid and cried


and about my dreadful sight





i look so happy


careless and free


but deep down in side


is the real me




there is only one thing


that knows how i feel


thats my pillow


it knows the deal




as each night


i pray cry and talk to it


about how i wish


i could quit




quit my life


or just run away


but i always stay


to face another day




so i dedicate this poem


to my closest friend


my pillow


always with me till the end