The Pillow
1 min readMay 21, 2019
Where I lay my head to dream
I hid your photograph.
Inside my pillowcase like a charm
making a plea for god Morpheus
to bring you to me.
As I fall asleep,
I slip my hand inside my pillow,
hoping.
Where I lay my head to dream
I hid your photograph.
Inside my pillowcase like a charm
making a plea for god Morpheus
to bring you to me.
As I fall asleep,
I slip my hand inside my pillow,
hoping.