These materialistic things have something in them,
some warmth which the heart desires
Among thousands of leaving foots,
They stand there at their roots
That feathered,soft,fluffy friend of mine,
softer than all the hearts alive
Those awful nights when the eyes shower
Oh my beloved!You were only of the hour..
I Thank you
Of all the tears that you soaked
And of all the stories that you were told
Oh my pillow! This is how you were mould
Whether be it my dreams or my screams,
you heard everything at extreme
Every part of you comprises,
a word which tries to shout.
Every night on the bed,
there's a one-sided conversation
deep and intense
where you dont complaint!
talking to you..i slowly fall asleep. Thousands of your kind...
Buried the teenager's mind
©shristi_p_
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