It's awkward but let's say the truth,
we all have that item that we tell our secrets to.
It can be a diary,pillow or a piece of cloth.
For me, it is my pillow
It knows all my secrets.
It is a boat holding all the things I have and sail away at the right times,and come back just as quick.
I can count how many times l laid my head on it;
smiling or screaming while it is kissing my cheeks.
The tight hugs l give it when l need one.
The songs l sing to it relieves my sorrows and the happy moods l am in.
It is one in a million,
I would never afford loosing it.
It is always available to me.
My one friend who neither talks nor sees but feels.
It gives me sleep on sleepless nights.
Leaving it, is like relieving all my secrets.
I am its book and it reads me,
I have the most interesting stories and true ones.
I soak on it in tears on sorrowful nights.
It is my pearl.
It keeps me warm and cool too.
If it would read ...
This would be the best dedication.
But just a warm hug is worth it.
It would say
You are my life,my favourite, my sight, my greatest thing that's happened, my always and forever.
You are a gift for my eyes; a drink for my quenching throat and I would enjoy every sip.
It would also whisper ...
l love you.
and I know that won't change cause you feel the same.
©uncle_sam
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