My pillow holds my secrets,
It knows them all too well.
If my pillow was a person,
Then my life would be hell.
It's knows the people I like,
And have had crushes on before.
It knows about my friendships,
And the pets that are no more.
It knows about my home life,
It knows about my struggles.
It's seen my old relationships,
It's there when I need cuddles.
It holds the tears I shed at night,
When no one is around.
It holds my pain and anger,
It traps all of the sound.
It makes sure I feel better,
It's there when I'm not okay.
It's here for me no matter,
The time of night or day.
My pillow is a diary,
That only I know how to read.
My pillow holds my secrets,
And it's the only friend I need
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poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
