Whenever I use you as a pillow,
I feel like I am descending into a cloud,
a cloud of dreams that I'll get lost in
if I stay afloat.
I feel like I'm laying on a hard,
yet soft surface and when you wrap your arm(s)
around me you'll keep me safe from the darkness.
My brain finally shuts down and
I can hear your heartbeat as it slows,
unless you're laughing,
then I feel a soft rumble like a massage.
You are a pillow I don't need to fluff,
soft as a feather,
hard as rock.
A/N
This was the answer to a friend's question, but it kind of got poetic so I decided I'd put it as a poem in this book. You know who you are -.-
Poem in context below:
Ehem. *clears throat* Whenever I use you as a pillow, I feel like I am descending into a cloud, a cloud of dreams that I'll get lost in if I stay afloat. I feel like I'm laying on a hard, yet soft surface and when you wrap your arm(s) around me you'll keep me safe from the darkness. My brain finally shuts down and I can hear your heartbeat as it slows, unless you're laughing then I feel a soft rumble like a massage. You are a pillow I don't need to fluff, soft as a feather, hard as rock. Boom! *drops mic*
Gamn this shizzle got poetic! I am sooo using this in a book I write. I just turned romantic ah snap! *snaps and grins like a looney tune*
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
