jamezilla1 (jamezilla1) wrote,

Three Pillow Fortress

I go to sleep at night with three pillows

The one at my back;
the strength, my base.
The one at my chest;
something I can hold for it’s delicateness,
but with my own strength.
Under my head;
my dream, the song to sleep to.

I wanted someone to sing me to sleep
so I could return to being that delicate thing.
I wanted someone to take turns at holding
so I can share how they make me feel
I wanted to have a dream tonight
so I could fall asleep and have dreams,
but it seems no one thought
to dream you up for me.

So tonight you are just a pillow fortress
Until you come and break down my walls.

April 3, 2016

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