Apon the Pillow
Apon the pillow he rests his head.
I wonder would hatred consume.
His lover if only his thoughts were read.
For you can be with one and yern for another.
Kiss tainted lips.
Taste the salt of a minutes ago lover.
Strong was the oak to her weeping willow.
Regret touches everyone .
As it stains memeories left apon the pillow.
No night has to empty no bed cold.
It doesnt have to be love.
we all need someone to hold.
Stories I do not care to hear.
A moment shared is just that.
For tommorow another will be here.
The has fallen so does stand the willow.
To take a place is not to belong.
Leaving only a trace of love apon the pillow.
Copyright © Gypse Summers | Year Posted 2010
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