Hugging My Pillow
I hug my pillow every night
After a long and lonely day.
It seems to comfort me a little
While you're so far away.
Holding my pillow so close to me,
Pretending I'm holding you,
Makes me feel that I am not alone,
That you are with me too.
My pillow gives me security,
Like a baby's pacifier.
Makes me feel so much closer
To the one I so admire.
All night long I wonder.
How long will I have to pretend?
I want you here besides me, dear.
I want this war to end.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Scorpio (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, July 23 2004, 03:35 pm|
This is an astonishingly beautiful piece. Such depth and emotion -- Indeed powerful. Quite promising, and hope to see much more of yours. :)
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, July 30 2004, 03:06 am|
all turned to a pillow for comfort to fill the empty cold space where a loved one belongs,(doesn't fullfil) i have a body pillow, yet it doesn't hug me back ,it has to serve me until i can wrap myself around my man. i dream of holding him yet its my pillow whom brings him alive..in my dreams while i'm in a deep sleep..love your work
|brandy (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, August 31 2004, 03:00 am|
this poem reminds me of me! very good poem
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