Pillow Thoughts

I am the echo of all trades; The tapestry of my past, present, and future; Woven with the strands of lessons learned, Strong armor forged in the battlefield of experience; Scorched lips burned with words, some said and some that were not; Fragile and shaky lips, sore from the whispers and meaningless touches; Mouth left chapped and seeking tender love; Swarming, they create a war of their own; I lie awake at night, stuck in a firestorm with these pillow thoughts.