Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Pillow


The pillow knows so many things
About the tears and why were they shed
When there is no one else around
The pillow’s there to hold your head

The pillow keeps the tears within
And dries them up all safe and sound
Then labels them in perfect order
Of what occasion they were found

You might have said it all before
You might have said it many times
The pillow listens silently
The pillow listens every time

If you have got a pillow
And you’re hurting and your sore
Why bother go look for a friend
If comfort’s what you’re looking for