I adore pillow talk
Especially with you
Even more
When it gets past twelve
Something about then
Everything changes
In our demeanor
In our topics
We can be more real then
Because the chance of remembering what we confessed
Is more likely to be forgotten
When morning comes
Something about
The safety of the night
I can tell you
The things that haunt me
The things I'd never tell anyone else
They come out so easily
Because I know I can trust you
So I hold my feather pillow tight
And let the secrets spill
Then lean in close
And listen to your own
Soon enough
We both fall asleep
Tangled up with each other
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
