By Katiana Quiñones, cubes2124@cs.com
Date: 8 January 2001
My Pillow
August 23, 2000 Katiana Q.
Tonight, I looked at the pillow.
I hugged it with all my mite.
But it didn’t compare,
To when I put my arms around you.
The pillow didn’t hug me back,
It didn’t love me back.
Then I got sad, and mad that I can’t be with you,
Can’t hold you tight, and wish you’d never have to go.
Once more, I hugged the pillow,
Hoping it will return some affection.
I felt nothing,
Not even the pillows’ tummy moving up and down.
But nevertheless, I hugged and hold the pillow close to my heart,
Keeping faith that one morning that will be you sleeping beside me.
I awoke from another nightmare this morning.
I know tonight will be the same,
And the next night.
Holding the pillow tight.
Also I know every morning I’ll wake up from a nightmare.
Until the night, I rest in your arms.
I will finally feel safe to dream of wonders.
I’ll dream of you,
My prince charming.
So until then, I’ll sleep alone,
My only comfort the pillow.
My pillow.
Inspired By:
A Friend That Told Me to Hold My Pillow
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