Pillow :
Cotton soft and oh so warm
Here I will wait for bitting dawn,
For my bed is cold as winters night,
No comfort will i find tonight.
Don't let anybody tie you down with the illusion that they still care
Or that they've changed
Or that they'll never love anybody as much as they loved you
Because those are just other ways to get you to wake up with regret clawing out all you've ever stood for
And when you try to get out of that pit that they made to devote themselves to keeping you in there
You'll realize that you were nothing but a pillow to them
Nothing but a cushion
Something to use when they get pushed down
A step ladder to bring themselves back up
And finally you'll understand why you left in the first place.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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